Lin Chu's tone was scolding, as if he were reprimanding an employee.
Hearing this, and seeing such an attitude, President Li shot to his feet and questioned angrily, "President Lin, what is this attitude? Is this how you treat the club's members?"
Lin Chu stared right at him, a defiant glint in his eyes.
"Aren't you about to not be one anymore?"
"Why should I be nice to someone who wishes me ill?"
"But sit down first. No rush. You can at least have a sip of tea."
Lin Chu's first sentence was a question, as was his second, but he delivered the third with a smile before sitting down himself.
Then he looked to the other side.
"You two over there. Come on, spill it. Who sent you?"
"A national team member and a top-tier amateur. Here to shark the rookies?"
