Fang Siping is not in the office now.

Chu Yaoku waited for two hours before he came back and had the chance to talk to him.

"Uncle Fang, I stewed a snake. Let's have a bowl of snake soup together tonight."

After entering the door, Chu Yao looked at him and said with a smile.

Fang Siping remained expressionless when he heard Chu Yao's words.

Not as kind and gentle as before.

He stared at Chu Yao silently, his eyes revealing a kind of scrutiny, and a huge pressure that came like a tide.

Chu Yao's forehead was sweating.

Naturally not hot.

A strong man at the sixth level of martial arts can kill me with just a breath. Although his eyes have not yet formed any substantial killing power, they are still terrifying enough.

It’s like facing the heaven and earth!

This scrutiny lasted for about half a minute, but Chu Yao felt as if half a year had passed.

My whole body was shaking and my knees were weak.

I even had the urge to kneel down.

All of my little thoughts and ideas were seen clearly and completely transparently in front of Fang Siping.

"I don't like that."

"Snake soup goes well with rice wine. Have some."

Fang Siping restrained his gaze, threw over a bottle of wine with tacky packaging that looked like homemade wine, and then waved his hand.

Chu Yao took it in a hurry, feeling happy in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face at all, and said goodbye immediately.

When I left the office, I realized that my back was covered in cold sweat.

Soaked.

Stood outside the door for a while.

This time, Chu Yao did not walk around the elevator and corridor with the wine in his arms. Instead, he found a service staff, packed the bottle in a bag, and then returned home.

Just got home not long ago.

The doorbell rang.

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