This time she was too afraid to respond, her fingers nervously clutching the bedding.
Her cowering demeanor made him inexplicably angry: "Speak." It was because it was her; if it were any Blade Group employee, he could fire them in minutes just for this attitude. He had been patient enough with her, why didn't she appreciate it?
Su Xingyu was about to cry, scared by his fierce expression and managed to hold back. Nodding or shaking her head wouldn't do; lost and confused, she shrunk at the head of the bed, wishing she could shrink smaller and smaller until she was out of his sight.
He said, "Su Xingyu, I'll give you three seconds to answer my question. Or else, carry on as this from now on. Three, two..."
She lifted her head with difficulty, a tiny glimmer of hope in her eyes: "If, if I say it's very difficult, can it change?"
"Tell me."
