"I don't think you're wrong."
Qiao Yaoran's words were like a mountain crushing Da Shan.
"I really know I was wrong, I'll do anything you want, Qiao, Mr. Qiao, please let me go."
That's what it means to be scared shitless; Da Shan was in that state now.
Immediately, people nearby waved their hands in front of their noses, looking at him with disdain.
Da Shan couldn't care less about them; all he knew was if Qiao Yaoran didn't relent, he'd be a goner.
Qiao Yaoran sneered, "You didn't amuse me, why should I let you go?"
What's the use of apologizing to him? Just because he's powerful and scary, does that mean an apology makes everything okay?
Qiao Yaoran hinted at Da Shan, but the person in question seemed unresponsive. Others understood, but fear kept them silent.
What if they brought trouble upon themselves?
Even Su Tian couldn't help but roll her eyes; Da Shan must've been scared stupid.
