"Young master, patience in small matters ensures strategic success in greater ones. Please calm your anger!" The elder beside him, seeing Gong Ziyi's face turning red, looking like a boiled crab, kept advising, "Shen Qiang chose this critical moment to publicly send flowers to Song Weiyin, deliberately showing affection, deliberately provoking and angering you. You mustn't fall for it!"
Upon hearing this, Gong Ziyi became even more furious: "Calm down? I can't calm down! Am I supposed to wait until Shen Qiang sleeps with Song Weiyin to get angry?"
The elder inhaled sharply at these words, then cautiously ventured, "Young master, if you ask me, Shen Qiang was unethical in this matter. Clearly, it's a contest between the two of you, yet he dragged Song Weiyin into it. Just this point alone is enough to confirm that Shen Qiang is a scoundrel!"
