Wang Leke patted the non-existent dust off his body, looked at Chiang Hengda, and snorted with a laugh.
"Mr. Jiang, weren't you speaking so confidently just now? Why aren't you saying anything now? Go on, keep talking."
Chiang Hengda was still immersed in the panic of offending the Ruan family, stiffening his body without saying a word.
Wang Leke sneered slightly, stretched out his hands, and gave a big yawn.
"People, you know, need to have self-awareness. If you don't have any skills, don't look down on this or that. We're all born and raised by parents; who is more noble than who?"
Wang Leke mumbled to himself, shook his head, and walked away.
No one paid any attention to Chiang Hengda in the living room anymore.
By the time everyone finished making dinner, the living room was empty. The show's staff said that Chiang Hengda had returned to his bedroom ten minutes ago.
