Sun Wu had learned his lesson. From then on, no matter what Chen Xu asked him to do, he obediently complied.
Chen Xu stood by the oil lamp, flipping through the account book, and casually asked, "Was the thing earlier tasty?"
"Tasty? Tasty?" Sun Wu was initially puzzled, hesitantly speaking while trying to sneak a glance at Chen Xu's expression.
He saw that the young man didn't even lift his eyebrows, and Sun Wu's heart seized with a sudden pang of fear. He hurriedly faked a series of exaggerated flattering smiles: "Tasty! Oh, incredibly tasty. I, I have never tasted anything so world-shatteringly delicious in my life, I, I..."
Sun Wu forced a smile, while inwardly his heart was bleeding. He recalled the strange powder that had been forcibly stuffed into his mouth earlier.
He suspected it was this powder that put him under Chen Xu's control, but at this moment, even understanding the cause was futile.
