Sang Yan did not reply.
The topic was rather dangerous—the more one said, the more mistakes one could make, and it was wisest to say less.
Qi Jiu continued, "Sang Yan, come to your senses, and take a good look at me, hmm?"
Upon hearing this, Sang Yan slammed down her chopsticks, losing her appetite.
She was furious, stood up swiftly, and scolded, "Are you even human? How could you say such things? You killed Jiang Ke! How dare you expect me to be with you?"
If he had used Jiang Ke to threaten her, she might have compromised.
But he had killed Jiang Ke.
She would never forget that moment.
The searing pain of his blood splashing on her face.
"In the society of lions, whenever a new Lion King emerges, to take possession of the lionesses, he would kill the lionesses' cubs."
His underlying message was—no matter the reason, he would kill Jiang Ke.
Sang Yan could tell, and she gritted her teeth, "So you are a beast!"
