Liu Zhizhong's seriousness, or rather his indifferent expression, carried a sense of calm and poise, but it gave off an inexplicable oppressive force.
"What are you doing here?"
Outside the door, Ma Liandong felt a chill in his heart, but quickly put on a smiling face, "Hehe, Mr. Xiang, I came to see you, hehe..."
This Fat Ball, it seems the injury inflicted by Da Xing last time has healed well, seeing he's come here.
That smile was ingratiating to the extreme, so much so that if someone told him to kiss somebody's ass, he might actually do it.
Decked out in splendor, but full of self-deprecation, that's what describes this kind of person.
Liu Zhizhong stood with his hands behind his back, that serene aura emerging once more.
In front of him, Ma Liandong, this round Fat Ball, seemed even more insignificant.
Liu Zhizhong said, "I'm fine, I don't need looking after, nor do I need you to come see me, understood?"
