Ling Li’s lips curled into a small, humorless smile. “You are doing this behind Feng’s back,” she observed, a small chuckle escaping her lips. The sound was chilling, a harbinger of retribution.
Boris nodded, his defeat evident in his posture. Ling Li’s chuckle echoed in the room, a sound that carried both amusement and a promise of retribution.
“You would do anything for money, right, Boris? You are aware that you are playing with fire,” Ling Li said, her laughter cold and mocking.
Boris’s face paled, and his hands trembled. “I… I didn’t have a choice. This is what I do for a living,” he stammered, his voice barely audible.
Ling Li leaned in closer, her eyes boring into his. “Boris, what would happen if Feng finds out you are selling his experiment to others?” she asked, her voice soft but deadly, like a venomous whisper.
Boris’s eyes widened in fear, and his voice cracked.