"Do you blame me for cutting off your hopes?" Xiao Ming asked.
Jiang Nanxi instinctively shook her head: "Nanxi doesn't... doesn't dare."
"It's not about daring, it's about whether you have those feelings or not."
Jiang Nanxi fell silent.
Xiao Ming chuckled, then asked, "Do you respect me now?"
Jiang Nanxi hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "To be precise, it's more like awe."
"Then, if this time your scheme succeeded, and I became your subordinate, would you still feel awe towards me?"
Jiang Nanxi froze.
The answer was obvious, even the kindest leader would at most respect their subordinates; there was no possibility of them holding respect, let alone awe for them.
"Since you understand this principle, why do you grovel at the feet of Jiang Zhinian, and even the entire Jiang Family, like a dog?"
These words were like a wake-up call to someone in a dream, and Jiang Nanxi slowly opened her eyes wide.
