Yan Yi'an's expression did not change at all when he heard Lin Shi's words. He merely signaled with his eyes for him to continue.
Almost the next second, Lin Shi changed his tune.
He chuckled softly. "But it's not impossible."
Lin Shi was not someone who liked to put on an aggrieved, bitter look.
His expression was always unruly, and the corners of his lips often held a faint, elusive smile. It seemed like self-mockery, yet also like he was forever mocking others—perhaps even the entire world.
Watching him reveal that signature smile that made people clench their fists, Yan Yi'an suddenly felt that Ji Xi had not merely been carrying out his assignment. There was probably no small amount of personal vendetta mixed into it as well.
Yan Yi'an refilled tea into Lin Shi's cup, which Lin Shi had been drinking like a philistine, and adopted an attentive pose. "What do you want?"
Lin Shi's smile widened further. "As expected, President Yan is straightforward. Yan Xianjue is always so wishy-washy."
Yan Yi'an gave him a subtle, complicated look upon hearing that.
Then did you know why Yan Xianjue was like that?
Because he was hesitating over whether to kill you too.
Expressionless, Yan Yi'an signaled with his eyes for him to get on with it.
Lin Shi merely assumed Yan Yi'an did not want to hear him badmouth Yan Xianjue and could not help sighing. "I really envy him."
Yan Yi'an gave him no reaction, and Lin Shi had not expected an answer anyway.
He shrugged. "I can indeed handle this, but what benefit do I get from it?"
As he spoke, he had already picked up the pill and begun turning it over in his hand. "One herbicide, one feng shui diagram of questionable authenticity, and one ambiguous