“Would it be reasonable for me to come back for inspection in a month’s time?” he asked.
Talk of that was superfluous given Tian Jingshuo’s position in this food chain. Even if Han Jingru asked to have everything ready in ten days, he would have to find a way to get it done.
“Of course. I’ll be sure to do my utmost,” he replied.
The boy nodded before he took his leave.
After he left, the man on the floor only got unsteadily back onto his feet when he heard the door close.
Tian Jingshuo could not empathize with what he felt, but it was clear then the man’s life had just hung by a thread. If Han Jingru wanted the man dead, all the man could do was stick out his neck so that it may be done cleanly.