"You..."
Before Tang Guoxiong could finish speaking, Ling Chen, impatient, waved his hand and interrupted him, saying, "Old Tang, take him down. Let me have a good chat with this friend."
Tang Yuan nodded, pointed a gun at Tang Guoxiong, and gestured for him to walk outside.
With the black muzzle pointed at him, Tang Guoxiong, no matter how courageous, didn't dare disobey and had to obediently leave the office.
After Tang Guoxiong and Tang Yuan left, Ling Chen got up, walked to the coffee machine, ground some coffee beans, and then brewed himself a steaming cup of coffee.
Watching Ling Chen leisurely making his coffee, the man felt somewhat uneasy, neither sitting nor standing, feeling as though there were needles on his seat.
Holding the coffee, Ling Chen savored it by himself, showing no intention of chatting with the man.
"Um... Mr. Ling..."
Finally, the man, feeling the oppressive atmosphere, couldn't help but speak.
