Sweat made a detour from the eyebrows, darting into the eye socket, making it both astringent and itchy.
Liu Guifen's eyelashes fluttered a few times, subconsciously wanting to reach up to wipe the sweat, but dared not move.
"Can, can do it!"
He nodded stiffly.
Not just Liu Guifen, even in the private room, Aunt Xiang, Lei Xi'er, and the Five Decays of Heaven and Man exchanged a glance, also feeling the immense pressure.
This intense sense of oppression...
The master of North Street, Lord of East Street, it's just idle gossip for inquisitive people during tea and meals.
The Divine at the Cross Corner Street truly dominates an area!
When not seeing him, the various faction leaders might dare to call themselves Emperor, but in front of him, even when faced with just one hand of The Divine, they wouldn't dare to let one fart slip.
Aunt Xiang was clearly used to this and adapted extremely well to the rhythm of such negotiations.
