"You're doing this for the Mei Family, I'm doing it for the Song Family. We each have our own motives, so don't come to me pretending to be some holier-than-thou martyr. I don't buy your act. If you've got the guts, hand the entire research project back to me. If you don't, then stop playing the victim in front of me. If you can handle it, take it; if you can't, just throw it away. Of course, whatever happens after you throw it isn't my concern."
Song Sizhi's words were far from courteous.
Probably because Mei Yao had been bothering her lately.
So there wasn't a trace of goodwill in what she said, between the lines.
Any teacher-student bond or friendship was tossed aside.
What was left was the stark, blood-soaked truth.
Every word Song Sizhi spoke was like a knife piercing Mei Yao's heart, leaving her speechless.
It really didn't concern her.
"What if... my whole family's lives are lost because of this?"
