975: Torture Her To Tears

Torture Her To Tears

Tong Xieyi left for the academy. She went early. She thought her father was too scary today. The atmosphere in the house was so heavy that she didn't dare stay home much longer.2

She thought she was the first to reach the office, but she wasn't.

The place was bathed in the morning sunlight. The wind stirred the white curtains and swayed them. The scene looked holy and beautiful.

She could not see the lady's features clearly as they were against the light. All she could see was a figure sitting by the window, flipping through a book. Her skin was so fair and translucent that she looked like a beautiful person who had walked out of a painting.

Sheng Yang escaped the painting.

She was a princess who escaped early in the morning.

The prince was horrible!

She had to read some books to calm herself.

They looked at each other for a moment before looking away.

Tong Xieyi was a somewhat passive person. Generally, she didn't initiate conversations unless someone spoke to her.

As for Sheng Yang, she felt that these things were unimportant. She lived as she pleased without those superficial things.

If the other party did have something that interested her, she wouldn't think too much about it and would directly go over to chat with them.

The office was silent except for the sound of pages being flipped. No one came for a long time.

Sheng Yang was engrossed in her book, but Tong Xieyi was unable to focus on anything. She repeatedly counted with her fingers, hesitating and wondering if she should talk to Sheng Yang.

Something that seemed simple was difficult for her. To her, it was like having to take a huge step forward.

The last time she took the initiative to look for Sheng Yang, she was rejected.

Tong Xieyi had just stood up when someone came in. She sat down awkwardly and raised her hand, pretending to tuck her hair.

The man felt awkward when he saw Tong Xieyi.

Now that Elder Tong's matter had spread throughout the city, he originally thought that Tong Xieyi would apply for leave today.

**

In the Tong family's courtyard, a person was standing in front of Tong Ang. His hair was white, but there were no wrinkles on his face that looked like he was in his early 30s. It was impossible to guess his true age. He was one of the Four Gods, Long Xian. He wore a long robe and had a sage-like aura.

At this moment, Long Xian was watching the video of the competition between Lanca Research Institute and Lanca Academy. He watched it at the fastest speed and finished watching it in a short while.

He said firmly, "This woman is indeed a good talent. She's someone worth roping in."

Long Xian said directly, "Mr. Tong, I've also heard about what happened yesterday."

Tong Ang's face stiffened, and the tense, uncomfortable atmosphere in the air returned.

"The two of us are in the same boat, so you don't have to feel awkward. With all due respect, it's not appropriate for you to become enemies with the Hall of One Man's Rule now. Otherwise, you'll have to be wary of the Hall of One Man's Rule while fighting the Kang family. I'm afraid that isn't a good idea. Moreover, your support rate in the Tong family isn't that high. You should endure it for a while longer. Since ancient times, those who achieve great things are those who are flexible. It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. We'll see when the time comes."

Tong Ang cupped his hands, his face as calm as water. "Thank you for your knowledge, sir."

Long Xian poured a cup of tea and handed it to Tong Ang. "It's indeed time for you to recruit someone. The other three of the Four Gods hadn't exposed themselves, so you can't miss out on any talents. You have to pave the way for the miss to become the head of the family."

Tong Ang hesitated for a moment. "But sir, I really don't know where to start with this young lady. She doesn't even give me a chance to talk to her in private. How can I find the chance to talk to her?"

Long Xian chuckled and sat down with the air of a general. "You don't understand people like us," he said slowly.

He narrowed his eyes. "If she refuses to kneel, break her bones. If she refuses to bow her head, remove her tendons. In short, if she refuses to submit, use your strength to torture her until she obediently surrenders."

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