Ning Rongrong stared blankly at the five porcelain bowls, each filled in an instant with its own sorted contents. Her mind went completely blank.
She had thought Tang Tian was deliberately making things difficult for her by asking her to sort five kinds of grains and beans at once.
Only now did she realize that what Tang Tian had asked of her did not amount to even a fraction of what he himself had demonstrated!
"Did you see that?"
Tang Tian's voice rang out beside her ear:
"If you feel wronged, if you think I'm bullying you, the door is over there!"
"On a real battlefield, the enemy won't show you the slightest mercy because you're a girl, because you're pretty, or because your father is Ning Fengzhi!"
Every word Tang Tian spoke was a blade, ruthlessly slicing the last traces of a pampered young lady's petulance and wishful thinking in Ning Rongrong's heart to pieces.
Ning Rongrong's delicate body trembled violently.
At last, she could no longer hold back her tears. They burst their banks, falling drop by drop onto the stone table before her.
Did she feel wronged? Terribly so.
Did she hate him? Bitterly.
But she did not want to leave.
She, Ning Rongrong, was immensely proud!
She would never allow anyone to brand her with the accusation of "disgracing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda"!
Much less would she let this utterly cold-hearted man look down on her!
"I... won't leave..."
Ning Rongrong forced those few words through clenched teeth with tremendous difficulty.
She abruptly raised her hand and roughly wiped the tears and sweat from her face.
In those eyes that had been filled with exhaustion, a fierce flame now blazed!
It was pure stubbornness, an utterly unyielding will to fight!
"Good. Very good."
"Then