"Tap...tap..."
Beads of cold sweat dripped down from Jing's temple.
God knows how much courage it took for Jing to admit his mistake in front of Tian En.
Of course, he feared death, or rather, there wasn't a single businessman who didn't.
They possess vast amounts of wealth and social resources, allowing them to perfectly enjoy the convenience and beauty brought by a high-tech society, leading a life of luxury from birth until death.
Such people undoubtedly fear being killed.
But Jing still said it, ready to die at Tian En's hands.
To his surprise, Tian En didn't make a move.
The young girl just looked at him silently, her eyes flickering with some complex emotions.
Is there hatred? Of course, but more than that, there was sadness and relief.
