At this moment, Yuan Qingyan was like an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth restlessly in his study, yet he was utterly powerless to do anything. The study was not occupied by him alone—General Xu sat beside the teatable, sipping tea with focus.
"General Xu, it's not that I am unwilling to help, but truly that Mr. Li... Mr. Li keeps giving me the runaround and just refuses to release the grain. What do you think about making do for a few more days?"
General Xu set down his teacup and said, "Does Mr. Yuan think they're unwilling to give, or that they are unable to give?"
Yuan Qingyan's heart chilled, this was not something to be recklessly spoken, so he replied, "I do not know."