Shen Zhixi maintained a smile, his hand on the wheelchair tightened slightly.
Jiang Xuan stood in front of Shen Zhixi with his hands in his pockets, slightly lifting his chin as he looked down at him.
And Shen Zhixi, sitting in the wheelchair, due to the not insignificant difference in height, had no choice but to look up at Jiang Xuan.
It was just like that time in the grand hall on Ear Mountain when he had been pressed down onto his knees by the guards from behind, his shoulders forcefully held, as he stared, in an unwilling and embarrassing state, at the man sitting calmly above him.
The two confronted each other like this, the atmosphere around them nearly solidifying.
The director hadn't expected Mr. Jiang to speak like that, standing to the side as quiet as a chicken, not daring to utter a word.
Shen Zhixi's expression gradually cooled.
Jiang Xuan's words just now seemed to carry a lot of hostility, could it be that he already knew who he was...
No.
