It seems that some people are bent on bringing about their own destruction.

Huo Zhao got in the car and looked at Shi Lan, "Not going to do anything about it? What if..."

"Why bother with him? Even if you forcefully tie him to your side, he'll still find a way to run away. Why should I make myself look foolish? He's so concerned about his older brother, isn't he? Without a bit of a beating, he won't understand how much his own bones weigh." Shi Lan replied while looking down at her phone.

"What if he gets used again..."

"Impossible." Shi Lan had already planted a seed of doubt in the little bastard's heart.

From his expression just now, Shi Lan knew she had shaken his beliefs that had been held for so long.

As long as he took it to heart, even a little bit, that seed of doubt would take root and sprout, flourishing into blooms called resentment.

What she needed to do now was to accelerate the sprouting of that seed. Thus, Shi Lan logged into Weibo and posted a message.