A gust of cold wind blew across the cliff, blowing Jiang Xuecheng's hair into a mess.
A dark muzzle was aimed at his forehead, but Jiang Xuecheng's expression did not change. His eyes were as deep as the night, and there was only an indescribable cold light in them.
Tang Yifeng looked at Jiang Xuecheng without blinking. His hand around the pistol tightened slightly.
Indeed, the man in front of him was a favored son of heaven. He had a first-class family background, a handsome face, a good fortune, and even an impeccable education.
Wherever he appeared, everyone would subconsciously look at Jiang Xuecheng.
When he was at Zhao Hua University, he heard that Jiang Xuecheng was interested in a scientific research project, so he joined the project quietly in order to get close to him.
Sometimes, Tang Yifeng even thought that if that disaster did not happen more than ten years ago, perhaps he would be like Jiang Xuecheng?
