Gu Nanjiu was evidently trying to provoke Tang Si.
Yet Tang Si remained unruffled, letting out a sneer, "Heh..."
The curvature of his mouth unchanged, his eyes deep as hell. Everyone considered Song Yi his weakness, using Song Yi to manipulate his emotions, attempting to anger him.
Indeed, Song Yi was his Achilles' heel.
But that doesn't mean his weakness could be exploited by anyone to suppress his nature.
Tang Si's knuckles gently tapped the table, the sound slow and measured, his peach blossom eyes fixed on Gu Nanjiu, "Seems like I thought too highly of you, playing mind games with me, is it fun?"
The inept resort to provocation to anger others.
Why use provocation? Because, on the surface, that person has no other way, only left to choose some means.
Gu Nanjiu lowered his head, watching his knuckles tap the table one after another.
His demeanor was leisurely, unhurried, without a trace of agitation.
