Tang Xiaonan grimaced and looked over at Adrian Hawthorne. The future big shot's expression was calm, betraying no joy or anger. His gaze was just as placid, leaving Tang Xiaonan feeling even more insecure.
'So moody and inscrutable.'
'There's no way a mere mortal like me could ever know what a big shot is thinking. I just hope Adrian Hawthorne isn't keeping a tally in his head, planning to settle all these scores one by one in the future!'
"Jim, if Aunt Green had tried to break up the fight, would you have actually stopped?"
"Of course not!"
Jim Thorne lifted his chin proudly. 'Hmph. Stop just because she tried to intervene? Why the hell should I?'
'Don't I have my pride to think about?'
