Qian Chen suddenly fell silent, his face showing slight changes, revealing just how much his heart was struggling. After a long while, he slowly released his clenched fists and looked directly into Su Jiameng's eyes, "Who exactly are you, and what do you want to use me for?"
Su Jiameng, her thoughts turning, naturally knew that Qian Chen had received such a high evaluation from Galan Academy, indicating that he was extraordinary. Even though he was just an ordinary person who had suffered a heavy blow, she did not have the slightest intention of being careless, only becoming more cautious.
"Why do you think I want to use you?" Su Jiameng swiftly drew out Xihe, the intense aura of the blade as sharp as tangible ice, so strong that it made one's heart sweat and chill. She wiped the blade, its clear reflection showing her eyes devoid of emotion, "It should be said that it's a win-win. I cooperate with you, and everyone benefits, fulfilling their own needs."
