Song Yuanbao hadn't noticed anything unusual on Zhao Xi's face earlier, thinking this person must have good endurance to withstand Xu Dengke, he even felt a bit of admiration.
Only when Zhao Xi started speaking did he realize something was amiss.
Zhao Xi's tone carried a hint of gritted teeth.
Song Yuanbao had known him for so long, and due to his own impulsiveness, he'd caused Zhao Xi to furrow his brows many times, but he'd never seen Zhao Xi lose composure like this.
For Zhao Xi, gritting his teeth was already a severe sign of losing composure.
