"Prime Minister, inside," a trusted aide immediately said, accompanying Ju Nanyi into the building. Indeed, they saw the middle-aged man sitting leisurely at the table, drinking on his own, and he did not look up as Ju Nanyi entered.
Just as the trusted aide at his side was about to speak, Ju Nanyi stopped him and stepped forward instead.
"Sir, please forgive our inadequate hospitality," Ju Nanyi said with a calm voice, though his complexion was somewhat pale and his eyes betrayed a weariness from a night without sleep.
Only then did the middle-aged man look up and glace at Ju Nanyi, then at the group following him—it was clear they were all skilled fighters. The man could not help but snort coldly; their precautions were all too apparent on their faces.
"Prime Minister Ju, I dare not," the middle-aged man said, but his demeanor showed not the slightest semblance of humility, nor did he make a single accommodating gesture, a clear display of extreme discourtesy.
