Disgusted?
Yang Lin's lips twitched twice. Indeed, these two words described his mood perfectly at this moment. Although he had predicted this before, actually witnessing it now still filled his heart with unshakable disgust.
A bunch of fickle hypocrites!
His gaze fell on the man opposite, grinning slyly. Yang Lin added silently in his heart: an outright scoundrel!
Scoundrels are annoying, but indeed don't inspire hatred, because they don't bother to disguise themselves, and you never expect much from them.
It's the hypocrites who are the most maddening.
"Lord Shen, are you smiling like you're gloating?" Yang Lin greatly disliked the Deputy Thousand Households of the Black Banner Battalion across from him—smug, stubborn, completely oblivious to his station, and when he smiled, it was like a snake.
