"Why did you leave and why did you come back?" The man looked at the man at the negotiation table who was speaking in a moderate manner. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his tall nose, which made him look gentler. The interrupted man paused for a moment and continued speaking. The man who couldn't wait for an answer turned black and his fist hit the man in the next second, "I'm fucking asking you a question!" The office was in chaos, and no one knew what happened to the prince.
The man who was beaten seemed to be incompatible with this environment. He picked up the broken glasses on the ground with his slender white fingers. He slowly stood up and looked at the furious man in front of him. He finally sneered, "What? Do I still need to report to you? Chen Sheng, who do you think you are?" The man continued mockingly, "Or, you are disappointed that I am not dead."
"So Chi Xi, you might as well be dead." Chen Sheng tightened his grip on the man's collar and his voice was hoarse.
Purpose: The light of faith will always dissipate hatred