Ji Bo, "I'm not asking you to kill him."
Jin Bo lit a cigarette, "So it's—"
Ji Bo stood up, dressed in a white silk loungewear, basking in the sunlight, enveloped by a saintly halo, like a messenger of light.
"Wait for the right time, then I'll tell you."
Jin Bo, "…"
Ji Bo, "As for you, any time you want, it's up to you. I always have time."
Jin Bo, "…"
Listening to Ji Bo's tone, it always felt like there was a possibility this deal might lose money.
The two fell silent at the same time. No one spoke, both knowing this was a battle, and the first to speak would be the loser.
Finally, it wasn't until Ji Bo's phone ran out of battery, emitting a warning sound, then shutting down.
He glanced at the disappointing phone, tossed it aside, looked at it several times, plugged in the charging cable, then turned it on to call Acheng, "This broken device drains too quickly, it's not useful at all. Get one of our phones for me."
