Di An made no effort to hide his sense of superiority. He glanced disdainfully at Chen Yang, a feeling of schadenfreude rising from the depths of his heart.
This guy is just unlucky. Although he had Li Si at his side, he now has to lose her—even watch her slip away. How tragic and desolate would that be? The mere thought pierced Di An's heart with pain, which was immediately followed by an extremely pleasant feeling of satisfaction. By contrast, I'm very likely to win the beauty. How could I not feel smug in the face of such a stark contrast?
Di An tilted his head up slightly, saying haughtily, "A person must have self-awareness and know their own limits. Otherwise, at worst, you'll court disaster; at best, you'll become a laughingstock."
With that, he reached out to pat Chen Yang on the shoulder, as if to comfort him.
Chen Yang sidestepped slightly, avoiding Di An's hand. His demeanor was indifferent, as if he hadn't heard a single word Di An had just said.
SLAP.
