Liu Zhizhong could only grimace, his awkwardness amplified to the extreme.
He felt that only by doing so could he calm Mr. Qian Xuan's abnormal emotions.
This guy, given the slightest thing, he'd probably want to hold on and not let go, the kind who'd trample someone into misery, right?
Mr. Qian Xuan seemed to ease up after that, snorting coldly twice, "I'm a competent person, with normal orientations, not what you're thinking. You must always remember that."
"Alright, Mr. Xuan, I understand."
He just had to agree with him!
Anyway, inside, Liu Zhizhong sighed, unable to picture Luo Shuxiu with him anymore, ah... such a pity for a beauty!
"But... due to some historical reasons, or let's say an unforeseen event, I've lost the ability to procreate..."
As he spoke, Mr. Qian Xuan's voice trembled, his hands clenched tightly, eyes staring intently outside as if flames of anger burnt in his heart.
Even his not so thick arms bulged with veins.