Some folks shrink under pressure, some rise to the challenge, and some use it as a springboard to bounce back.
The more Ding Shuqing grilled him, the more Wang Zhiyuan felt the urge to throw Lin Moran under the bus.
"Yep," he said, placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. He took a deep drag. "I had some selfish thoughts before."
"Selfish thoughts?" Ding Shuqing's temper flared up along with the cigarette. "Do you realize how short a time Monk has been here? You dare to let him go undercover right under Qian Haiyang's nose? Can you handle the fallout if something goes wrong?"
What was there to fear? Hadn't he been just fine undercover under Qian Haiyang's nose before? In fact, he had played a part in bringing Qian Haiyang down.
Wang Zhiyuan sneered inwardly, but his face showed regret. "I thought, since he's my apprentice, I could somewhat..."
"Could what?" Ding Shuqing asked coldly.
Wang Zhiyuan wisely shut his mouth, lowering his head in a semblance of remorse.