Tong Zhiyang, having listened to the end, had a complexion mixing shades of green and white. It took him quite some time to force out two words, "Bastard!"
Being so mercilessly mocked by a junior was for someone as proud and pretentious as Tong Zhiyang akin to being stripped and paraded down the street. He had to admit, Jiang Li's sarcasm was sharp as a knife—cutting deep without containing a single vulgar word. To make matters worse, faced with such mockery, Tong Zhiyang couldn't say a thing in response, for Jiang Li was Jiang Yuanbai's daughter, and Jiang Yuanbai was the current Grand Secretary. By comparison, his own status as a prefect was utterly insignificant. He couldn't afford to retort, and he had to curry favor with Miss Jiang the scion, even if it was only a façade.