Jing Jihan spoke slowly and leisurely, "If she's an arrow, either use her for oneself or eliminate the opposition. Unfortunately, she didn't work for me but became a weapon for others, a thorn in my eye."
"What do you mean?"
Chu Shangdong still remained guarded.
Mr. Jing's words seemed like an intentional attempt to recruit him, but this man appeared extremely calm and stable. Years of experience and years of careful observation and patience in prison made him fully aware that the young man before him was definitely not someone easy to handle.
Especially since this person had come up to him, speaking with a voice that, although gentle and low, fell on his ears with great strength and a coldness that chilled his spine.
Chu Shangdong, due to years of dance training from a young age, had his physical growth stunted early. His height was just about 1.75 meters, so when he turned his head to look up at Jing Jihan, his gaze needed to be raised.
