Just thinking about how Mr. Sheng could casually move a few chess pieces and make things go exactly as he wanted made De'an shudder. He had only glimpsed the tip of the iceberg of this old politician's methods, yet it was enough to terrify him. Perhaps he would never reach such a level in his entire life, doomed only to look up to his future father-in-law.
At this thought, De'an grew somewhat despondent. "They say like father, like daughter. With Mr. Sheng being the way he is, I don't believe Sheng Saya is as pure and innocent as a little rabbit. Once we're married, won't she have me wrapped around her little finger? Just thinking about the days ahead makes my life feel hopeless."
Zhao Jing was speechless.
There was so much to complain about that he didn't even know where to start. He wondered why De'an was putting on such a melancholy act when it wasn't his first day realizing this fact.
