Xu Hao raised his eyelids, lazily leaning back on the chair:
"Didn't I already say? Let me think, let me quietly recall by myself."
"Are you senile? Does it take that long to remember something?"
Ali impatiently snapped.
"I just thought of a clue, and you shouted it away."
Xu Hao crossed his arms in front of his chest, assuming an 'unconcerned by boiling water' stance:
"If you keep buzzing like a fly around my ear, I'm afraid I'll really forget everything."
"You got guts, don't you?"
Ali raised his eyebrow and grabbed Xu Hao's collar, ready to yank him out of the chair.
"Ali, enough."
Zhou Liang intervened just in time to stop his colleague, then turned to Xu Hao, the faint smile on his face completely vanished:
"Haozi, let's not beat around the bush, if you don't clear up the dealings with Cheng Jiashu today, you won't be walking out of here."
"Think about your mother, you wouldn't want her to be worried sick at home, unable to sleep all night, would you?"
