Not far off, Mou Keyan stood quietly to the side eating melon while wearing a thick coat.
She witnessed with her own eyes the few minutes when Jiang Yu improvised freely.
In just a short period of time, Jiang Yu had reversed Qiang Zhihao's established impressions.
He realized that he was just a pitiful little girl who craved love.
What's wrong with wanting to be loved?
Regaining the moral high ground and letting Qiang Zhihao sink into self-validation of love, she almost seamlessly switched roles, crushing potential risks before they sprouted in her sharp rhetoric.
It was like something out of a textbook on brainwashing techniques.
A marvel to behold!
The man and woman continued their interaction.
...
"Hold on, did Jiang Yu ever take a kind of class..."
Lu Jincheng listened intently while twisting open a bottle of ice-cold cola, feeling a strange sense of familiarity.
Upon reflection, these were the standard techniques of developed schools in future generations!
