Because of excessive pride, one can't bear to be second to others, and because of that same pride, one would rather be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix!
"Just like you, I am proud, so it's impossible for me to serve anyone else. If I told you, 'I really admire you, be my lapdog,' would you be willing?"
"How dare you! Who do you think our young lady is, and who are you? Do you think you're worthy of having her serve you?" Bai Zihui was already furious, glaring venomously at Hao Jian, as if she wanted to devour him alive.
At that moment, Hao Jian finally turned his gaze towards Bai Zihui, and with a sneer, said, "And what do you know of my identity? Let me tell you, with my status, your young lady isn't even qualified to be my lapdog!"
In the eyes of Bai Zihui and others, Murong Qiushui might be impressive, but to this God of Death, she was hardly worth mentioning.
