Facing the man of noble demeanor who showed no emotions, Captain Li glanced at Zhao Xiaolu struggling frantically, and a rare moment of pity crossed his mind.
Swallowing, he cautiously asked, "Mr. Bo, if you have any dissatisfaction with him, perhaps you could handle it differently. Once the procedure goes according to the system, he will..."
In Jianghai, as long as Bo Jinghang desires.
If Zhao Xiaolu enters a psychiatric hospital, no doctor would issue a certificate confirming his recovery; he would be confined there forever!
"Captain Li." With a subtle lift of his lips, no expression was seen on Bo Jinghang's handsome face, as if he spoke of a trivial matter: "Since you understand the grudge between him and me, there's no need to say more?"
"Ah..." Captain Li gritted his teeth and once again looked at Zhao Xiaolu with sympathy, "I understand, Mr. Bo, I will cooperate within the scope of my power."
"What do you mean? What do you both mean?"
