James glared at Yan Jian, desperately suppressing the raging fire of anger.
He wanted to smash the shop, wanted to recklessly break all those items she treasured, and then toss a stack of bills in her face before walking away, exuding a sense of triumph and satisfaction.
But he was painfully aware that such thoughts could only remain thoughts—he just couldn't bring himself to do it!
He remembered how, at the age of thirteen, he was sent alone to Europe, studying and growing up quietly, being ridiculed by classmates upon discovering his identity... didn't he endure all of that? Didn't he refrain from smashing people's windows? So what was he trying to do today?
Yan Jian knew he was glaring at her, eyes full of anger. She met his gaze with clarity and determination: "What, are you not satisfied, sir? I know what trick you'll try next—complain about me, right? Then go ahead, sir, I really don't care."
