A cigarette dangled from his mouth, completely unlike the gentlemanly appearance seen by the outside world, more like a street thug.
Their eyes met, and Qiu Sen's gaze was sharp as he casually said, "Is your expression so solemn because you're worried about your good buddy?"
"..."
He Feichen paused his steps, a cold sneer curling at the corner of his mouth, "I'm worried about you, afraid you'll overestimate yourself and end up utterly defeated."
"That's good then." Qiu Sen extinguished the cigarette in his hand, "Don't blame me for not warning you, we're on the same boat now. If it capsizes, neither the He Family nor you will meet a good end!"
He left with a warning, then leisurely walked away.
He Feichen stood in place, watching Qiu Sen's departing back, darkness filled his eyes.
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On the day of the Qin Technology Group product launch, the scene was unprecedentedly grand.
