"You can leave, but you must first speak clearly."
For some reason, when Patriarch Qian spoke these words, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. Rather than wanting to stop Xiao Tian from leaving, it was more like he was stalling for time.
Because not being able to find the source of his uneasiness was, in essence, a mental affliction.
Xiao Tian sneered, but he took his hands off the armrest, sat up straight again, and said, "Is it that I didn't explain clearly, or is it that you can't understand plain human language? Or are you simply trying to detain me here but struggling to find a suitable reason?"
"If that's the case, I can provide you with a reasonable excuse. I hit your son, Qian Gaochang. This reason is legitimate and nobody could find fault with it."
After saying this, he gave another strange smile, "So, Patriarch Qian, do you think I'm being considerate?"
"You!"
