C117 Three Qi Woo Yan

Chiang Le stood before the expansive French window, his gaze fixed on Woo Yan's helpless and bewildered figure below. A soft chuckle escaped his lips.

The man was standing in the very spot he had been when he'd come to ask for his wages.

But now, Chiang Le's heart was filled with nothing but satisfaction, devoid of any trace of pity.

In his youth