By now, Zhang Dongxu had already made peace with the idea of death, so he spoke without much regard for consequences.
"It's not just you who's an idiot, all of you are idiots. Which of your eyes sees me looking like him, he's so ugly, and I'm so handsome, how can I look like him? What kind of aesthetic is that? And also..."
Zhang Dongxu wanted to vent some more, but at that moment, Wang Yingying couldn't hold back anymore and kicked him out with a single kick.
"Now I'm giving both of you a choice. One of you jumps out of the window, and the other, I'll just slit his throat," Wang Yingying finished speaking and then took out a dagger and placed it there.
Zhang Dongxu, hearing there was a choice, quickly sat down and began to think.
