Night falls deep, in Chu Renxiong's study.
"Godfather, you called me here tonight. Is there something you want to discuss?" Chu Yan respectfully stood in front of the desk and asked Chu Renxiong.
Sitting on an expensive redwood chair, Chu Renxiong said nothing, smoking with smoke swirling around him.
Chu Yan felt inexplicably guilty, wondering if his godfather knew everything that happened tonight.
No matter how invincible he was outside, in front of Chu Renxiong, he always felt like a greenhorn. Whatever he did, it was seen through by the experienced Chu Renxiong, which made him feel more fear than respect and often too suppressed to raise his head.
Like now, although Chu Renxiong said nothing, the invisible pressure made Chu Yan dare not breathe loudly, his gaze intentionally avoiding, even a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
