"I don't believe it."
Bai Xiaosheng looked at Alger, earnestly, seriously, and told him these three words.
"You really don't know what's good for you. You have no idea what you're going to face next, and by the time you regret it, it'll be too late! I'm telling you, don't take what I'm saying as a joke!" Alger shouted with a pale face.
Bai Xiaosheng looked at him calmly.
Alger came to his senses, suddenly feeling as if he was the one bitterly trying to persuade others to do good, only to be treated like his "good intentions" were nothing but garbage.
It was not Bai Xiaosheng who was impatient, but himself. In front of Bai Xiaosheng, he seemed like a monkey driven to desperation.
A surge of shame and resentment almost erupted from Alger's body.
