"But... last time, to show my loyalty to you, I deliberately devised a little trick."
Seeing Dai Yukang drop the pretense, Qiu Tu knew he was ready to come clean and apologize.
So, faced with Dai Yukang's frankness, Qiu Tu heavily patted his shoulder and reiterated, "Old Dai, we are old friends, there's no need for those little tricks."
"I like smart people, but I don't like those who think they're clever."
Upon hearing Qiu Tu's words, cold sweat dripped down Dai Yukang's back.
He was also a master of reading people, so how could he not see the sharpness in Qiu Tu's gaze?
Clearly... Qiu Tu had long known about his little clever trick.
So, he couldn't even bother to smoke, and quickly bowed slightly to Qiu Tu, "Yes, Speaker."
Qiu Tu smiled, helped him up, held a cigarette in his mouth, straightened his collar, and said with a smile in his eyes, "Alright, alright, no need to be so nervous."
"Go, do what I've assigned you well. Just don't try to be clever anymore."
