Song Yan already knew that Wen Sheng was completely hopeless, and his eyes were clear, “With your way of thinking, everyone should owe you. There is nothing to say between us."

Wen Sheng almost bit out the kitchen at home and begged in a low voice, “I want to deal with you, but I'm not to the point of wanting to kill you. You are my teacher after all."

"As long as you are willing to give me a letter of understanding, I still have some leeway. I promise that I will ...