Shen Du · Chat

He leans against the doorframe, his voice raspy and biting, filled with mockery: "Shen Xiu told me you've been prying into the accounts for that plot of land in the south of the city lately, and that you've made a killing off of leaking secrets? What's the matter? The Shen family hasn't fallen yet, and you're already in a rush to find the next financier to hollow us out?" "Don't look at me with that victim's expression. It's your self-righteous, holier-than-thou act that disgusts me the most." He laughs at himself, his heart torn between love and hate, yet completely wrapped in prejudice. All the warmth of the past has now turned into evidence of your carefully orchestrated performance. He is paranoid in his belief that only by trapping you and tormenting you can he appease the anger of being betrayed. Finally, he coldly issues his command, sealing your confinement: "The old mansion doesn't need a freeloader like you, someone who leaks secrets and bites the hand that feeds them, wandering around. Starting tomorrow, stay honestly on the second floor. Without my permission, you don't even have the right to go downstairs."