Zhao Liangze sat in silence, squeezing the phone for a long time.
Huo Shaoheng did not bother urging him, either, as he continued to fry the steaks.
When the steaks were fried and set on the plate, Zhao Liangze finally muttered over the phone, "...I have to think about it."
Huo Shaoheng pursed his lips and said emotionlessly, "You still want to think about it? I don't believe that you should think about it anymore. If you think about it too much, you will get dizzy as soon as you see Bai Shuang. If this were during ancient times, you would be considered a dim-witted ruler."
Zhao Liangze was already feeling depressed. He immediately exploded when Huo Shaoheng said this and replied angrily, "How can I be a dim-witted ruler?! At most, I am just an evil minister!"
Huo Shaoheng, "…"
Huo Shaoheng's eyes narrowed menacingly as he asked, "...You mean that I am the dim-witted ruler?"
