The Heir of Shen Family, Yet I’m This Poor

"Look, it wasn’t planned, alright?” Zhou Gang finally sighed deeply, as if hitting his breaking point, and spoke. Veins bulged on his forehead, his gaze hardening as he stared at the mess he had caused.

“I don’t want to die yet. My dream hasn’t been achieved, but just because I overheard something I wasn’t supposed to…” he trailed off, his voice heavy with frustration. The ropes binding his hands creaked under the strain as he instinctively pulled against them, the fibers tightening to restrain him.

Meanwhile, Shen Zeming sat calmly in the chair before him, his demeanor patient yet pointed. He studied Zhou Gang intently, watching as Gang's eyes darted around the garage, finally settling on him.