467 can't be too slow

This caught Liu Zhizhong completely off guard.

The situation had changed in a bizarre way, taking one by surprise.

Subconsciously, Liu Zhizhong still whispered in a low voice, "I can fully empathize with Mr. Xuan's emotions. So... maybe we should just forget it?"

"Forget what?"

Qian Xuan immediately slapped his wheelchair, his face the picture of seriousness, brimming with menace, "You say forget it and just expect it to be done? We've built up the atmosphere to this point and you want to just drop it? After all the effort I've poured into this, you think you can just call it quits? Don't you have any conscience or sympathy?"

He didn't roar, his tone was deep to the point of seeming jocular.

Liu Zhizhong had no choice but to stand at attention, bow his head obediently, with a serious expression, like a reprimanded puppy.

It was already a favor that the eccentric hadn't started bellowing in the garden of his manor.