He said nothing more, no matter how Xie Yanghua hit him, he just hung his head.
In the end, Xie Yanghua put away the whip, and Luo Xiao knelt on the ground, his body seemingly pulled from a pool of blood.
He didn't raise his head, his drooping eyelashes cast a shadow.
Xie Yanghua knew he wouldn't speak again, cleaned the whip, and turned to leave.
The waiter opened the door, and without turning his head, Xie Yanghua said, "Find someone to watch him 24 hours a day; don't give him any chance to commit suicide. Keep selling; I'll decide when to stop."
"Sure, take care."
Two waiters walked in and lifted Luo Xiao. Blood seeped from the whip marks on his body, and no one knew that this wiped blood was what many had been desperately searching for.
Luo Xiao's expression turned mournful as he tugged at the corner of his mouth; if it was about winning or losing, who was the real winner in the end?
***
Private research institute.
