C115 I Can Turn My Hand into Clouds

Watching Woo Yan grit his teeth in helpless fury, Chiang Le felt a simple, three-word satisfaction.

So satisfying!

"It's you! You're the one behind this, aren't you?" Woo Yan snarled, held down by the crowd.

"What if it is me? Got a problem with that? Go ahead, try and bite me," Chiang Le taunted from above, looking down at Woo Yan pinned against the coffee table, a cold smirk on his face