But it took less than three seconds for Song Chao'an to speak, his tone light as a cloud, breezy, with a hint of indifferent remoteness.
"Mr. Smith, you should head back now, the secret realm contest is about to begin."
A casual sentence left Mr. Smith's expression stunned!
That's it?
Is that all?
Where's your anger? Where is it? Let it out!
Watching Song Chao'an's calm demeanor, Smith felt like his long-held punch had hit cotton!
He had laid out such a long groundwork just for that final punch!
But now, Song Chao'an buried it all with just one sentence.
He really felt terrible.
His chest felt like a volcano about to erupt, but forcefully plugged up!
"Song... Mr. Song..."
Smith stuttered, but struggled to say anything substantial.
Song Chao'an observed Smith's face alternating between pale and flushed, wanting to speak but unable to, knowing well that Smith was incredibly frustrated.
Haha, that was precisely why he said it that way.
