Life is inherently unequal.
If Fujiwara Takuya were to see this scene, he might vomit blood, or perhaps even precede his father Fujihara Temple, sending a black-haired man off as a white-haired one.
Is this the disparity of the world?
My goddess, someone else's...
The quality of the glass was excellent; it fell from a height of over a meter without breaking.
But most of the plain water inside spilled out, refracting a shimmering sheen under the light.
Of course.
At this moment, Jiang Chen's blurred vision prevented him from seeing clearly, but the strange heat engulfing him unmistakably confirmed what had been mixed in the water.
What kind of trust potion is this?!
The wisest man may make a mistake.
Jiang Chen was confident that the other party had no reason to harm him, yet he hadn't anticipated the current situation.
Where's the basic courtesy and ethics?!
Alright.
It's still the curse of habitual thinking.
