Cold and noble with an undercurrent of cruelty and mercilessness.
His domineering gaze carried a sense of oppression.
In Gu Mansion's underground chamber, such scenes were not unusual to Robby and others, but it was Jiang Muwan's first encounter.
It was then that she truly understood what others meant when they spoke of Gu Jiangnian.
A merchant can be a devil, and a devil can also be a merchant.
He oscillated between the two roles.
Human lives were as valueless as weeds, and all others were but ants.
No wonder he often said that she was incompetent.
Compared to such a Gu Jiangnian, she admitted her own incompetence.
Jiang Muwan's gaze fell upon Gu Jiangnian, only to see the man slowly crouch down, placing the palm that often rested on her waist on another person's neck, tightening inch by inch, using his arm strength to lift the person from the ground, a man taller than one meter seventy, rendered a powerless, dying wild cat in his grasp.
"Live or die?"
