Xu Yunliang immediately understood Old Hou's implication. Their eyes met, and a name flashed through both of their minds simultaneously.
"This Qin Minghui sure likes to stir up trouble," Old Hou said with a sneer.
Xu Yunliang remained silent. Some things were too complicated, and this time he was just an outsider. He didn't want to get too involved but only to fulfill his duties.
The office fell silent once again, broken only by the sound of Old Hou's fingers tapping on the table.
Xu Yunliang's silence was itself an attitude. He knew that Old Hou already harbored resentment towards Qin Minghui, but sometimes the clouds gather without it immediately raining.
After a long while, Old Hou exhaled a deep breath, as if expelling the frustration and anger pent up in his chest.
He lifted his tea cup again, seeming to have made a decision, and his face regained its usual calmness.
"Let them withdraw."
In just a few words, the incident was temporarily concluded.
