Yang Jian glared at Nezha and sent a message with his mind, "Don't show it on your face. You have been wronged by this matter, and I will apologize to you afterward."
"Does Sa Shoujian know?"
Nezha asked.
Yang Jian nodded, his expression a bit awkward.
Nezha's face was full of sorrow. In the end, the only person who didn't know turned out to be him.
The clown was actually myself.
"Big brother, you are too unjust."
Nezha said with a look of deep resentment.
However, he quickly adjusted his expression.
"I want to prove to you all that I too have acting skills and am trustworthy, not the unreliable person you describe me as."
Nezha snorted coldly.
At this moment, his eyes still carried a flame of anger, revealing an untamed defiance, along with a sense of unwillingness, regret, and helplessness.
This rich array of expressions left Yang Jian utterly astonished.
In terms of acting, this brother truly deserved to be crowned king.
