His voice was icy cold, as if steeped in ice water.
An Jiayi was shaken by the chill emanating from him and found herself at a loss for words.
Xie Zhang was usually nonchalant; his loss of composure this time took her by surprise.
"Why aren't you speaking? Isn't this what you wanted to hear?" Xie Zhang slightly tugged at the corner of his mouth, his smile edged with coldness: "An Jiayi, I'm not a good person; you've known that since day one."
An Jiayi knew, she nodded, looked down, and said softly: "I was presumptuous just now, I'm sorry."
Watching her like this, Xie Zhang found himself unable to remain angry.
His rage dissipated in a flash, he bent down to draw closer and embraced An Jiayi, whispering softly: "Jiayi, don't bother with those irrelevant people. I thought you'd be happy to see Jiang Yan taught a lesson. If it doesn't make you happy, I won't do it again."
With such an offhand remark, he pronounced someone's fate.
