C252 The Joke of Fate

The man was not the man he knew, but he looked so alike. He looked at the man, frowning, his amber eyes cold, his fingers tapping the table again and again. He said lightly, "Go and report this to that person. If you don't deal with it properly, you don't have to come and see me again."

His tone carried a trace of laziness and casualness. He narrowed his eyes like he was tired of spring