Jin Yiran looked normal on the surface, but his heart was indeed twisted. He had been living well these years, and his identity was feared by everyone. To be able to reach such a high level, he should know the dangers of officialdom. The winner was the king, and the loser was the bandit. Moreover, his father had indeed asked for death. He could not blame others.
"You have a sharp tongue." Jin Yiran smiled and reached out to her face, as if he wanted to pinch her chin.
However, Jing Yunzhao was not an ordinary girl, so she did not give him any face. She turned her head away and Jin Yiran's hand froze in the air. His face looked terrible, but after a few seconds, he put it down and brushed his clothes.""My father lost, so he deserved to die, but I don't necessarily lose."
Jing Yunzhao pursed her lips slightly.'This man is so competitive, he doesn't even know what's right or wrong.'
