Jiang Ruolan had always hated evil but it didn't mean she had much pity for people who had hurt her. After all, she was not a saint, but when people's life was at stake, she would actually hesitate and feel terrified.
With that said, she put down the plate in her hand and looked at Xian Zihao, who was staring at her.
"I mean, now is a fair society, even if you want to decide someone's life or death, it's just a matter of words. I have no intention of feeling sorry, and nor do I have feelings for him anymore. I just feel that there are a lot of ways to punish someone. As with Bingqing, it's because she doesn't like to be restrained, so you have to confine her until she reflects on her mistake, but it is different from Han Xuegang."
Xian Zihao's gaze was indifferent. "Do you really think I haven't touched him?"
