"That's what you deserve," Shen Yancheng said indifferently.
He had never regretted the decisions he made in the past. Given the chance to do it all over again, he would make the same choices because his conscience was clear.
Yu Fan sneered!
"Deserve it?"
"Nice 'deserve it'. It seems, Mr. Shen, that over the years you've been quite at peace with yourself."
"Fine! Since that's the case, don't blame me for being ruthless. Go, chop off Duoduo's ear for me. With this rusty knife, cut it off slowly, piece by piece. I want to make Shen Yancheng suffer to the point of wishing he were dead—I want him to regret his past decisions," Yu Fan said through clenched teeth, nearly gnashing them.
He was filled with hate, his heart brimming with loathing.
"Yes."
The thug held the rusty knife in hand, and as he took two steps forward, Shen Yancheng called out to stop him.