"He's doing this just to leave you speechless, Han Ziye. It seems you've really encountered a formidable opponent who knows you well and wants to isolate you."
"Satan came to you today, but who will it be after this? I suddenly regret getting so close to you, maybe I shouldn't have, to avoid being implicated."
Nangong Xingchen wasn't angry with Han Ziye, nor did her attitude towards him improve; she merely laid out all the scenarios she could foresee to Han Ziye.
Although what Nangong Xingchen said wasn't pleasant to hear, it was the truth.
Often, the truth is hard to accept, but lies are even harder to bear.
Initially, Han Ziye felt a bit angry, but he gradually calmed down, realizing that Nangong Xingchen was just reminding him in her own way.
Han Ziye's eyes, like those of a falcon, slightly squinted, and a sharp glint flickered in his ink-black eyes. His mind was running at full speed, pondering who was scheming against him from the shadows.
