Chu Junmo's eyes darkened. He remained calm and collected. "Then, I thank Chief Gong."
The image of Gong Jue deliberately smashing the precious gift that Qiqi had given him kept flashing across his mind. He even messed up his house. He couldn't wait to tear this b*stard in front of him into two halves.
However, Chu Junmo had cultivated the ability to remain calm and amiable on the surface for many years.
He knew that when experts competed, it wasn't obvious.
A pot of good medicine needed to be slowly cooked and fire had to be controlled when fuel was added.
He was determined to get Gu Qiqi, but he had his own way…
Seeing that Chu Junmo was very sensible and didn't go against him publicly at such an occasion, Gong Jue naturally socialized casually and said, "We're all working for the country. There's no need to thank me."
Bai Lang, who was outside the window, went crazy and rolled his eyes.
