Gu Yang said with indifference, "Don't you understand? In this world, nothing is a given. Whatever you want, you must be willing to pay the cost."
Upon hearing his words, Su Qingzhen shivered, her face turned paler than ever.
Biting her lip tightly, she straightened up, vigorously wiped away her tears, and sneered bitterly, "So you're no different from those bandits..."
"Haha!"
A light chuckle escaped from Gu Yang, "Although you are moderately pleasing to the eye, your self-righteousness and sense of entitlement, assuming that the world owes you, is nauseating. I don't find you appealing."
Never had Su Qingzhen thought he would speak like this. She felt a buzzing in her head, her gaze empty, her soul almost flew away from her, struggling to stand in her stupor.
Zhi Xing, who was standing nearby, quickly supported her. The sight of two people arguing made her extremely anxious and scared, and she almost broke down into tears.
On one side was her mistress,