Jiang She snapped his fingers and continued with his 'plan': "You know how many people have always regarded my identity as a joke. I pretend not to care, but deep down, it's always bothered me. So, I want to rely on my own effort to become stronger and slap those who look down on me in the face!"
Revealing his bitterness, Jiang She stood abruptly. His hands resting on the table, he bent down to look at Wen Zhiyao point-blank with eyes so sharp they could cut one's heart open.
Wen Zhiyao was stunned, forgetting her next move due to his action.
"Mr. Jiang, I'm just a minor character. You should find someone else to help you..." Wen Zhiyao instinctively refused.
Jiang She grabbed Wen Zhiyao's wrist, preventing her from leaving.
An ominous tone coloring his words, Jiang She said, "To me, you're no minor character, so…"
Jiang She picked up a fruit knife beside him. His dark eyes obscured some form of madness, attempting to erode his sanity
