บท 1339: Master Jiang's Decision

The man's voice was cold. His tone was usually slightly lower when he spoke, giving off a sharp feeling.

At this moment, his voice was low and hoarse. It was enough to make people break out in cold sweat even if he was not angry.

Jiang Yao was the first to bear the greatest pressure.

Ye Wangchuan gave off a lot of pressure. A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead and his back. His handsome face was flushed red.

He was also a proud son of heaven. When had he ever been suppressed like this?

Jiang Yao's face turned pale. He clenched his fists and wanted to retort, but he didn't dare. His palms were sweaty, and his nails hurt from clenching them. He didn't even dare to fart.

Ye Wangchuan did not see how bad their expressions were. He said indifferently, "Director Jiang, go back and think about it. My patience is limited. Don't delay it for too long."