Jin Shangyu would never have thought that his little sleight of hand was seen through so easily by He Longze. He was still tilting his chin up arrogantly, speaking coolly, "It's just like you saw. That brat is really too annoying. If I don't give him a bit of punishment, he'll never understand what's on my mind."
He Longze, "…"
"Even though you've figured it out, please don't tell Lantian, and don't go talking to Jinyang either. If he can understand, then he can; if he can't, then forget it, whatever."
When he said this, the tip of his heart ached.
Those kinds of words that go against your own will—saying them out loud is really like taking a knife in your own hand and ruthlessly stabbing it into your chest.
It hurts, yet you don't dare show it and let anyone see.
