Qiu Yang seemed to be viciously humiliated, his forehead pulsing with fury. He roared, "What exactly do you want?"
Shen Tang looked at his hateful attitude, puzzled, "You really dislike me? Why do I feel you always harbor such intense hostility towards me? We... probably didn't know each other before, right?"
Qiu Yang's face stiffened as if flinching from an electric shock, and his attitude unexpectedly softened as he muttered through gritted teeth, "I'm just a small man! I don't dare!"
Shen Tang sneered, "You say you don't dare, yet you dare to send people to assassinate me?"
"..."
"We have no conflict, technically speaking, no matter how much you dislike me, it shouldn't be enough for you to take such a big risk to send an assassin. Haven't you thought about the consequences?"
