So Cute!

Fang Jin had had the bandages off for some time, and the wound had healed, but whenever he bathed, he only gave it a hurried glance through the steam, unwilling to look closely. It was not that he minded it; it simply brought back some bad memories.

At the spot below his chest and abdomen, there was now only a vertical scar. It was not pretty, and traces of viciousness could still be faintly seen.

Fang Jin lay flat on the bed, his face turned to one side, his expression calm. Yet his hand unconsciously clenched the blanket or bedsheet at his side.

Under the dim light, Lu Jiatang watched him quietly.

Fang Jin could not sense any emotion like disgust, so he relaxed and asked softly, "What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking that I was too merciful to Shen Laizhang." Lu Jiatang spoke word by word, as though he did not want to frighten Fang Jin. His tone was gentle and soft, yet somehow chilling.

Fang Jin's expression shifted slightly upon hearing Shen Laizhang's name. He pressed his lips together and said nothing.

From Lu Jiatang's words, it was not difficult for Fang Jin to imagine Shen Laizhang's current situation. That man had been pampered since childhood and possessed an innocence that could almost be called "cruel." He knew even less than nothing about business.

Unable to bear that focused gaze, Fang Jin lifted a hand to pull his clothes back into place. But in the next instant, his pupils contracted sharply, shock and panic surging up. Before he could even turn his head, Fang Jin shot out a hand to stop something. Lu Jiatang, however, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head and accurately caught Fang Jin's wrist. His palm was dry and