"You don't believe me?!"
He Mingjin, doubted by Qin Ruan, had his eyes wide open, his face full of accusation as he looked at Qin Ruan, his sharply contoured face slightly sinking, showing signs of impending anger.
Because there were people around whom he dreaded, he was still suppressing the fury within his heart.
Qin Ruan's gaze shifted downward, staring at He Mingjin's waist area, and spoke with a light tone, "It's not about believing or not, it's about whether you really can."
Human physical abilities are limited; without the aid of drugs or other assistance, it's really hard to achieve that frequency of practice.
He Mingjin was instantly enveloped in a cloud of gloom, his face alternating between shades of green and ashen, the entire person seeming immensely agitated.
His round eyes stared at Qin Ruan, wishing he could demonstrate on the spot, to discern whether he had that capability.
