Although what Bian Hong said was the truth, he still feared that walls might have ears. Mr. Bian’s brows furrowed in annoyance. "Mind your language."
"I am only stating the facts."
For a long time afterward, the office was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Every so often, Bian Hong would sneak a glance at his father, who was leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed to rest. He knew this meant his father had compromised.
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