"What else can I do?" Liangliang's light voice came in.
"Not going to sue me? Go ahead, I welcome it," Jian Zhiqing approached, wearing a cream-colored coat and black trousers, simple yet clean. The fitting cut perfectly accentuated his calm and elegant demeanor, free of any dust.
Qin Guohua's voice was forcibly swallowed.
Being in a high position, such people inherently possess an indescribable pressure. Qin Guohua was just a farmer who had never traveled far. Although he had been to the Capital City a few times, he remained a small-time farmer, unaccustomed to grand scenes and important figures.
And he was more than willing to admit, he was afraid of Jian Zhiqing, that inexplicable pressure made him unable to speak, let alone mention any conditions. He could only shout in front of Qin Xiangnuan but what could he shout at Jian Zhiqing?
Father-in-law? Old man?
Unfortunately, Qin Xiangnuan didn't acknowledge him, let alone Jian Zhiqing.
