When Xushu heard the tone Yi Zhonghai used, his back molars clenched involuntarily. This old fox never had any good intentions whenever he put on that hypocritical, sanctimonious mask. Xushu kept one hand on his bicycle handle and gestured for a stop with the other.
"Cut it out! Yi Zhonghai, speak your mind. Don't bother with that nonsense; I don't have time to listen to your drivel."
The wrinkles on Yi Zhonghai’s face stiffened, and his fingers, hidden in his sleeves, dug into his palms. He had planned to butter him up and lead the conversation toward the meat, but he hadn't expected Xushu to refuse to give him even that small amount of face.
Chapter 161