Philip Shaw was so angered by her that he took a deep breath and didn't speak for a moment. He stepped forward, but was blocked by that man. He reached out to try to push him away: "Move!"
His tone was filled with deep impatience.
The man remained motionless.
Joyous Shaw stood not far away, slowly exhaling a puff of smoke, and said in a eerie tone: "Philip, you finally decided to come in."
Philip Shaw looked up at her, "Why involve others in our affairs?"
Joyous Shaw chuckled eerily: "…Otherwise, how else would it count as revenge? Killing you, would it mean anything? Living is the most painful, you know that, right?"
Philip Shaw said indifferently: "If you think that way, then just go die."
Joyous Shaw laughed lightly, leaning against the wall, smoking heavily, "You haven't changed a bit. I really envy you, you always get what you want, even though the one who should have died the most is you, yet among all of us, you're the happiest."
