Tan Tianjian shook my hand to reassure me. He knew how I felt even though his back was turned to me. But I was either afraid or confused.
After a while, someone came to the door again, and I heard footsteps.
Tan Tianjian swung his arm and threw him out again. His neck was crooked, just like the man before. The two of them were stacked on top of each other. There was a "dong" sound, which shocked the people in the room.
Tan Tianjian took me and walked in steadily, becoming my own master.
He always regards himself as the master, as long as he wants.[
The house is very spacious. There is a living room in the middle, which is not very big. There are two doors on the right, and I don't know what is behind them.
The front door on the left is closed; the back door is open. Looking in from the door is a large conference room with about ten people surrounding a table. There may be others blocked.
There must be a total of about twenty people in the room, one woman wearing an orange-red skirt, and another woman; the others are all men, and the two who are too weak to talk are both men.
Yin Yijie's mother looked very much like Yin Yijie, with a very cold look. She turned her head and looked at the door with a cold breath.
Tan Tianjian pulled me to the door of the conference room, looked at the people inside with a carefree look, and said casually: "It's a meeting. It's unlucky that I came here. You all happened to be there."
Tan Tianjian's accent suddenly became very pure Mandarin, and even the meaning was very pure.
He wanted to say it was a coincidence, which I could understand; but we were not a coincidence, he must have chosen the time. He was probably calculating it all along. He has always been like this, and so is Yin Yijie. I don't think it's strange.
Yin Yijie's mother said coldly: "Who are you? You"
She saw me. Sometimes I am so quiet that people feel like I don’t exist.
Tan Tianjian put one hand in his pocket and held me with the other. He smiled casually and said: "We are all customers at the door. Boss Duan's question is not kind."
Yin Yijie's mother stepped back slightly and winked.
Two people immediately appeared at the door. They were taller than the other people in the room, but not compared to Chattian Jian.
They had just turned around and before they could stand upright and take a pose, Chatter took his hand out of his pocket...