What was meant to be a simple questioning turned into a confrontational exchange under Su Qing's verbal attacks, which felt like a street argument.
Of course, how can a conversation between civilized people be called a street argument? This is the art of language.
At this moment, Xu Feng's eyes were fixed on him, seemingly accumulating anger. It was unclear whether he would Q to heal or W to unleash a Raging Fist, which left Du Qiang on the side somewhat apprehensive.
After all, they are civil servants, and during such interviews, they shouldn't engage in conflicts with others. At worst, it would end in disagreement, and their investigation would be hindered. At worst, they would be complained about and disciplined from above.
"It's nothing, just speaking from my feelings. Isn't it true, Mr. Xu?" Su Qing remarked with a light smile from the leather sofa.
