Qian Jin stood still, sighed silently, and asked, "choose less, do you feel like shiye and I, that you can't face li... Uncle?"

Jiang Zeyi didn't speak. He took a hard breath of smoke and spit out a smoke ring. The white fog filled his handsome face.

"I'm ashamed to choose less." Qian Jin lowered his head and sighed. "The old chief always praised my cleverness and arranged me to protect her. But I can't remember what I've done for her these years. I'm incompetent and can't do anything. I failed to live up to the old chief. I'm actually stupid. There's a villain like Lin Che around. I didn't...