"Are you qualified to sit and talk to me?" Thorian's last sentence was sonorous and powerful, and every word was heart-piercing, which directly stunned An Rhys. He sat there stiffly for a moment, speechless. He really didn't expect that Thorian, at such a young age, could be so sharp-tongued. If he admitted that he came to discuss private matters, although he could save face, he would lose the initiative, and all the words of criticism he had prepared before would be of no use. On the contrary, if he said he was here to discuss business, then he must be respectful and polite when meeting someone. No matter what choice he makes, he won't gain any advantage. "Let me ask you again, are you discussing official business or personal matters?" Thorian asked coldly. "Official...official business." An Rhys, who was outmaneuvered, finally spoke with difficulty. "And then? As a subject, is this your attitude?" Thorian questioned...