"Huh?"
Busstaman was stunned, looking up stiffly to gauge Ji Jue's expression, completely baffled.
It was as if one day he walked through the door with open arms, wanting to embrace his godfather's thigh, and suddenly he got slapped by his godfather, questioned: Do you like seducing people like this when you're outside?
No, big brother, do we really need to settle scores like this after the fact?
How much time has passed, why suddenly bring up old debts?
He pondered rapidly, instinctively trying to figure out Ji Jue's intention, but looking into those dark eyes, he couldn't say any words of evasion.
Now, what kind of flowery lies could be told?
If you did it, you did it.
Being too clever by half is a death wish; honesty is the best policy.
He lowered his head, knelt on the ground, and confessed, "It has nothing to do with anyone else, it was my own idea."
Silence.
In the long silence, Ji Jue said nothing, only his mouth twitched as if amused.
A cold laugh.
