"Hey, what are you spacing out for? Hurry up and respond!" the person in the back seat impatiently reminded him.
Yao Ruyi was clearly flustered, and almost instinctively blurted out, "Say... what should I say?"
"Ah, give it to me!" The driver could no longer bear watching and, without further ado, rudely snatched the phone from Yao Ruyi's hand, quickly pressing the call button. "Mr. Liu, it was all Yao Ruyi's fault for being too nervous earlier. Do you want us to go back to the designated location and meet you? Over!"
Liu Fugui placed the hand-held radio gently on the round table, leisurely picked up the teacup from the table, and took a few sips of Tieguanyin before picking up the radio again.
In those short seconds of pause, Yao Ruyi and the others felt as if they were sitting on pins and needles. This was where Liu Fugui's experience came in; everything he said and did was an act, with the ultimate goal of probing the other's stance toward him.
