Shi Tingbai suddenly fell silent.
He couldn't even bring the cigarette to his mouth. The thick smoke was scorching hot, with an extremely bitter taste.
He didn't even know what part tasted more bitter.
"No need. Thank you, Mr. Lu."
He stubbed out the cigarette, threw it into the ashtray, and got up to leave.
Nowadays, the two of them face to face was particularly...ironic.
His conscience accused him more and more, blaming Lu Yiyu for any issues. The bitter taste was like blood dripping from a fresh wound, with no room for escape.
Lu Yiyu savored the phrase 'Mr. Lu' in his mind, snuffing out the cigarette in his hand, moving quickly towards him. Just as Shi Tingbai was about to open the door, he was pulled back forcefully by someone from behind.
His back hit the wall, his spine aching from the impact.
Shi Tingbai clenched his teeth, his emotions no longer in control. He lunged at the man, his hand gripping Lu Yiyu's neck tightly.
