It was quite a task to ever make Mingshen angry. His sense of confidence and self-esteem topped the charts so high that it was practically impossible for people to get under his skin because he simply never bothered.
Jealous of his handsome looks? It was your problem.
Jealous of his family and wealth? Again a 'you' problem.
Jealous of his talent? Definitely a 'you' problem.
His father was a quiet man who failed people's provocative tactics simply by embracing silence. His patience was a territory of its own that was enough to explode the limits of others' patience.
His mother, a self-sufficient and dangerous assassin from whom Mingshen inherited his most personality traits, exhibited similar reactions. Only Mingshen angered the hell out of her, the rest of the world didn't even reach the index page of her life's book.
Apart from that one time in the distant past, Mingshen had never felt angry. Fury was a doctor's vice was what he believed.
