1109 The King of Shirking Responsibility

Tan Bengbeng replied, "Make your own decisions for your own matters, don't ask me."

Her tone was cold and indifferent.

It was as if she was trying to draw a clear line between the two of them.

Qi Yan grabbed onto her hand and pulled her closer to him, his lips curling as he muttered, "I can't make up my mind. I'll listen to whatever you say."

"…!!"

The King of Hell never liked people probing into his matters and those men under him were only there to listen to his orders.

Usually, if they dared to probe just once, they could possibly be punished.

At this present moment, his assistant had his eyes widened as he watched his master grab Tan Bengbeng's hand and behave in a spoiled manner. His eyes were about to pop out of their sockets as he stared in shock!

Was this that same master who was sinister and laid-back?

Would he actually let others make decisions for him, and with such a tone?