"Gao Ming?"
Situ An saw Gao Ming appear before him. He wasn't scared, let alone panicked. He narrowed his eyes slightly and revealed a hint of joy, "Finally, I can talk to someone again."
"Why do you also like to talk with your eyes half-closed? Did you pick that up from Xia Yang?" Gao Ming grasped the chains piercing Situ An's body. He didn't seem to be facing his most hated enemy, and his words bore no hatred.
"That painter is terrifying, and he will take your place sooner or later." Situ An stared at Gao Ming, "To be honest, I still don't understand why I lost. I admit you're a very cunning and clever person, but you are still far from people like me and Xia Yang."
"Is that so?"
"How should I put it? It's like a father looking at his child. Your schemes and plans are clumsy and rough, but... they're surprisingly effective." Situ An thought for a moment, "You're like a test-taker who knows the answers, a cheater."
