Facing Tangyu at this moment, He Shu actually felt a desire to apologize and concede defeat, a feeling that made him uncomfortably miserable. Yet, in the face of Tangyu's momentum, he felt too insignificant, simply no match for him. This feeling was like a small boat caught in the assault of fierce winds and torrential rain, utterly devoid of security.
Was he really going to lose just like this?
In this world, don't men strive for three things: reputation, wealth, and the opposite sex? For the sake of beauty, how many have lost their lives? He Shu had always been unwilling to admit defeat since childhood, how could he willingly give up on Mo Xiaoqing?
Tangyu moved closer to He Shu, his face revealing a sinister smirk, "Alright, I've said all I wanted to say. Teacher He, weren't you busy? I won't disturb you any longer."
