"When will he arrive?"
"Why? Can't wait to die?"
The consultant's words turned the person in charge pale, but he could only give a wry smile. At that moment, a chair beside them moved slightly on the floor with a creak, their hearts leaping to their throats. Then, the chair moved directly in front of the table.
Neither of them moved, and soon Gu Tao slowly appeared, seated on the chair, glasses already off. He looked around at the two of them: "You both seem rather tense."
Nonsense! How could they not be tense at a time like this? Their lives were literally in his hands, incapable of even fighting back. Who wouldn't be nervous in this situation?
"Is this drink okay to have?"
Gu Tao reached for a bottle on the shelf next to him, picked up an unopened drink, glanced around, and then twisted it open and took a big gulp: "I was dying of thirst."
"Are you Mr. Gu?" The person in charge tried to appear calm while looking at Gu Tao.
