50 The Mafia King takes a sly compensation

Wei and Lihua sat straight on the bed, bent on their knees as if it was some formal meeting. The only sound they could hear was the clock ticking in absolute silence. Words failed to escape their mouths as both of them were thinking like crazy of various excuses to make.

Should I say that I thought that she was crying?

Should I say that I saw a mosquito so I smacked it with my lips?

Lihua knew her excuse was ridiculous, but she couldn't come up with anything else.

She gulped as she peeked at him. Somebody had to start the conversation.

"G-good morning Boss…"

Wei nodded.

Silence.

The more Lihua looked at Wei's serious and staunch expression, the more she panicked.

Damn it! He has definitely caught me! I am dead. I am dead! But I don't regret it because I got to kiss him for the last time.

She sobbed. Boss, will you hate me now? He is looking so deadly. Did I really do something to him before dozing off? And then he found me kissing now? Isn't it double suicide!?