"You want to play games with me? Before we start, you better weigh your worth carefully. I'm not going to say much. Time's about right, and I need to go back to my wife now. Old Miao, this is all on you—don't blame me for your self-inflicted ruin. You destroyed the friendship I forged with Miao Wu when I took the fall for her back then. Since you and your grandson are so unwilling to show your faces, let it stay that way forever."
As he spoke, his smile bloomed, dazzlingly beautiful. But don't be deceived by his captivating expression—his tone was ice-cold to an extreme.
Nangong Jin was exactly this kind of person, one who smiled like a spring breeze, enough to captivate hearts, but whose presence instilled bone-deep fear.
Moreover, he enjoyed playing games. Even in situations like this, he appeared approachable and easygoing, but the reality was far from it.
