"What do you think you are? You dare to come out and shout at me? Even if I deal with you, have I ever had anyone lay a hand on you? If I wanted you dead, I could snuff you out with a single hand. Do you think you can stand here arrogantly talking to me because of what? If it weren't because you're a woman, I would have killed you already." Jiang Shaoqing's indifferent attitude and humiliating words made Shang Kaiwen's face change.
This was the first time Jiang Shaoqing showed his disdain for her in front of everyone, the last shred of pretense gone.
Those sharp words were like knives, leaving her covered in wounds.
The clenched fist, sharp nails digging into the palm, blood oozing, yet she felt no pain. Is this pain comparable to the physical pain she endures?
Jiang Shaoqing was a man who treated others gently and elegantly, even when impatient, Jiang Shaoqing had never used such sharp words against anyone else, at least not in public, no one had ever received such treatment.
