"Not interesting? I find it quite interesting."
Jiang Ke's smile was just asking for a punch.
Sang Yan wanted to hit him, but she wasn't a match for him, so she could only twist her face away in refusal—how could she write a letter that would harm He Ying?
Jiang Ke wasn't angry, still smiling, "Ah Yan, if you don't write, I can only find someone to forge it. Of course, that forger won't want to live afterward. Thus, you don't kill a noble, but a noble dies because of you. Pitiful, so pitiful."
Sang Yan: "..."
Threat!
A blatant threat!
But she was still intimidated by him and could only pick up the pen and start writing.
"Despicable! Shameless!"
She cursed his actions.
Then she threw the finished letter at him harshly.
Jiang Ke was still not annoyed, he caught it, glanced at it to make sure there were no hidden poems or anything, and smiled wickedly, "I can be more despicable and more shameless, would you like to see?"
Sang Yan was at a loss for words.
