Tang Si raised an eyebrow, saying nothing further.
Director Cheng knew that Tang Si was an old fox, a smiling tiger. He seed approachable, but in reality, he was very cunning.
Sotis even he would get entangled by Tang Si.
"Say what you have to say directly."
"What is there to say?" Tang Si’s lips curled into a lazy smile: "When have I not followed your instructions?"
"Just wanted to ask you sothing." Tang Si’s almond-shaped eyes were full of laughter, to the point that even Director Cheng felt a little creeped out.
So people’s smiles are gentle, making others feel comfortable.
But Tang Si was different. When he smiled, there was always a bit of harshness hidden in his laziness. That unintentional hint of ruthlessness felt more terrifying than actual viciousness.
Because you never knew what such a person would do next. You couldn’t guess, couldn’t fathom.
He wasn’t soone whose emotions could be easily read or controlled.
He gave people the sense that his emotions were always unpredictable, making them afraid to test his limits.
"If I accidentally get sacrificed..." Tang Si began, then paused.
He licked his lips and continued to smile at Director Cheng.
"Could you not notify my family? Let go alone. I’ve been alone in life, and I don’t want any fuss in death."
The tone was incredibly flat, yet the words carried a heaviness like Mount Tai.
He seed not to care about life and death, talking about it so lightly.
In fact, when he chose this line of work, he had a wish: to die sooner, to be sacrificed sooner, hoping for a worthy death.
He never prioritized his own safety, never considered himself important.
Who would have thought, after all these years, that wish hadn’t co true.
Dying is easy; he most despised those who committed suicide.
But—
He had done such things, when he couldn’t bear it anymore, when tortured to the extre, it was actually a release that only cowards would choose.
In that mont, he was very cowardly.
Director Cheng’s face dropped imdiately after hearing this: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Tang Si chuckled lightly, not treating his previous words as sothing very serious at all.
With a lazy smile, he drawled, "Isn’t this sothing that could happen? Just giving you a heads-up."
"Why are you taking it out on ?"
"Next ti you talk such nonsense, see how I’ll deal with you."
Tang Si licked his lips again, the smile unchanged: "I’m serious, don’t take what I said lightly, could you treat my life like a life?"
He tilted his head slightly, standing up with a smile: "Apart from this life, I have nothing else."
He spoke without the slightest sense of pressure because he was smiling.
Yet this was more moving than saying it in anger.
Saying it in anger might make people feel desperate and resistant.
Tang Si was different. His way of expressing this only made people feel a sour ache, tugging painfully at the heart.
Like a lit mosquito coil, slowly, circle by circle, burning the heart.
"Knock, knock, knock—" At this mont, there was a knocking sound at the door.
Then, a gentle voice followed.
"Brother, what you’re saying isn’t right. With family around, why not call on family?"
"We are always by your side."
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