She angrily crumpled the utterly empty money pouch into a ball.
The heat from her anger made her head buzz.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry—"
"No one will take your place if you get sick—"
"The world is so beautiful, yet I'm so irritable. No, no, no—breathe in, then out. One, two, three—"
Shen Tang kept muttering to herself as she closed her eyes and took deep breaths, filling her chest with the cool air to lower her temperature physically.
She repeated the process more than a dozen times.
Relying on her astonishingly tenacious willpower, she finally suppressed the urge to ride the wind and soar to the blue clouds.
What was she doing?
Flying back to pin Kang Jishou down and beat him senseless.
She had an ominous premonition—with an aide like this, as long as he lived another day, she could forget about getting rich in this lifetime!
"L-Lord?"
Jiang Sheng's hesitant voice reached her ears.
How could Shen Tang not be sharp?
She immediately heard that something was wrong.
She couldn't help muttering inwardly: I—I didn't blurt out everything I was thinking in a fit of rage, did I?
That would be terribly unfair.
When she said she would beat Kang Jishou senseless, she had only been running her mouth to vent her anger. After all, compared with being a pauper, she would rather be an Unlucky Ghost. If she truly had to do something to Kang Shi—not to mention actually doing something—even saying a few harsh words to him would be beyond her.
Shen Tang smoothed back the strands of hair clinging to her sweat-dampened face and pretended to be calm. "Xiandeng, what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Jiang Sheng: "..."
For a moment, he had no idea where to begin.