When Long Xiliang regained his composure, an unusual flush appeared on his fair face, while his sexy thin lips lost their color, turning as pale as paper.
"Back to Bailong County," Long Xiliang instructed the driver.
His voice was hoarse with a heavy nasal tone, and the driver, not daring to look at Long Xiliang's face through the rearview mirror, felt apprehensive just from hearing his voice.
The man in the backseat noticed the driver's thoughts, furrowed his brows, and coughed several times.
As if a stone had been lodged in his throat, Long Xiliang's voice emerged with difficulty:
"This condition of mine has nothing to do with Xiaoyou. Cast aside whatever you're thinking! Blame Lu Xiaoyou, and you're fired!"
He started coughing again, his eyes slightly reddened, and a sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead.
The driver promptly refocused, concentrating on driving.
Long Xiliang lifted his hand to sweep the hair from his forehead to the top of his head.
