A glint of inquiry flashed across Tom's eyes.
He walked to Xavier's desk with a serious face, holding his hands on the edge of the desk, looking into the bottom of Xavier's eyes, "Is it that Madam's attitude towards you has changed? What has changed?
Is it indifference? Will you actually have such a day?"
Xavier's face darkened instantly.
Realising that he had gone a little too far, Tom immediately coughed lightly in a serious manner, before taking a deep breath and carefully saying, "Sorry, Mr. Blackwell, I didn't mean that."
Just now, he was a bit surprised, so he couldn't help but blurt out the words.
It felt like a numbing scalp at the moment.
"Tom, do you want to die?" He spoke coldly.
"No." Tom responded apprehensively.
"No, you want to." Xavier frowned deeply.
"......" Tom dared not speak again and instantly lowered his head.