"What did you say?" Under her intense gaze, Tang Yu's eyes dimmed.
"It's time for your medicine!"
"You..." Her eyes chilled, whether it was Zhan Se's hurtful words, poking at her sore spot, or she felt that Zhan Se was deliberately humiliating her, Tang Yu was truly angry this time. She stood up abruptly, glaring at him.
"Zhan Se, you're being unreasonable."
Zhan Se was noncommittal, casually curling his lips and lightly tapping on the table.
"Angry? Well, let me remind you. Tang Yu, you've become a pawn, not of your own will; left or right, it's not your choice. But now, you have the chance to choose who controls the game, so why cling to a memory that even you don't believe in and struggle bitterly?"
As he spoke, a sudden 'crack' echoed from above her head. Before she could react, the ceiling fan that had been whirring above came loose and plummeted straight down...
"Ah..."