Qin Mobai sat on the single chair in the hospital room, legs crossed, leaning against the backrest, emitting an indescribable aura of coldness and authority.
He rested one hand on the arm of the chair, looking at Xi Siwei, whose hands were both cuffed on the hospital bed.
"Humph!" Xi Siwei sneered, "You must be feeling very happy now, looking at my downfall with the stance of a victor, humiliating me makes you happy?"
Xi Siwei's words were sharp and unpleasant, and after he finished speaking, he initially thought Qin Mobai would strongly oppose him.
However, Qin Mobai just sat on the chair, quietly watching Xi Siwei, and simply by sitting there without a protective stance, he made Xi Siwei feel ambiguous, unsure of what this man was thinking.
