Having reached this point in the conversation, Ye Hao couldn't keep whining or feigning ignorance any longer.
Holding the cigarette, Ye Hao took puff after puff, looking like an old smoker who hasn't touched a cigarette in years.
After sitting for a while, Ye Hao turned his head, then unsurprisingly let out a long sigh: "Haha, Old Xu, sigh! How do I put this, about the weapon... well... sigh!"
Seeing Ye Hao sighing and lamenting, Old Xu slightly furrowed his brows. He wasn't someone who enjoyed being indecisive.
As the saying goes, one word can make or break the situation, so there's no need to be wishy-washy.
So...
"Just speak frankly, Old Ye, there's nothing to it! It's originally a discussion and request, if you have difficulties, feel free to tell me. I'm not going to force you, am I?"
