This sentence, even the tone was very even-tempered.
But when those tranquil pupils gazed over,
it sent a chill down his spine.
He was certain that the man had learned a lot; there was no need to elaborate on that. Now, it seemed like he had no intention of leaving him a way out, but rather appeared to be venting his anger on him.
Releasing that usually concealed and repressed temper that could no longer be restrained.
It was as if he had finally found the right place.
Chang Shengde's hands gripped the armrest of the chair tightly, his mind seemingly envisioning a shadow that extended from behind him, like some sort of monster looming high above, looking down at him dispassionately. Realizing this, his smile grew even more forced.
One hand retracted, slipped into his pocket, and found his phone. He swiftly pulled it out underneath the table, glanced down to confirm the buttons, pressed them quickly, and silently put the phone back.
