Huang Juncai's gaze was utterly venomous. He neither begged for mercy nor backed down, just kept repeating the insult "little bastard."
'I have no direct quarrel with him,' Ji Huan thought to herself. 'This deep-seated hatred of his must have been instilled by Ji Xiu'e.'
'What an amazing woman, Ji Xiu'e. After the tragic loss of her eldest son, you'd think she would cherish her only remaining one even more. Instead, she's raised him to be a gloomy, narrow-minded revenge machine.'
"I'm flattered, but you can keep the title 'little bastard' for yourself."
"You!" Agitated, Huang Juncai tried to sit up, but the movement pulled at his wound, and he fell back with a cry of pain.
Ji Huan smiled sweetly. "No need to be so modest. Considering everything you've done, the title is well-deserved."
Huang Juncai craned his neck, his face a mask of defiance. "What did I do? I didn't do a thing! Stop making baseless accusations!"
