The atmosphere in the quiet room was one of agitation.
During the long wait, Li Jian Bu Jing sat in his place, irritably fiddling with the phone in his hand, several times unable to resist the urge to call and rush things.
But in the end, he held back.
He struggled to control his gloomy expression, trying to remain calm, yet sweat continued to seep from his forehead.
Anxiously uneasy.
He restrained the impulse to get angry, forcing himself to wait.
Until the sound of low footsteps came from outside the door. A young samurai pushed the door open and entered. Li Jian Jiu Jing knelt respectfully on the tatami, bowing his head to greet Li Jian Bu Jing:
"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, Uncle."
"Jing Jiang, you Jiu Jing were doing what..."
Li Jian Bu Jing instinctively wanted to get angry, but finally he took a deep breath and asked anxiously: "What on earth is going on? That person is completely different from what you said!
