"Hahahaha…!" Ye Ying'er's laughter was extremely desolate. She seemed to have heard a huge joke and looked at Yao Qingyi mockingly. "What a self-righteous man."
Yao Qingyi's eyes darkened as he tightened her grip on the sharp sword in his hand. "Ye Ying'er, this is your last chance."
Ye Ying'er snorted in disdain. Her gaze turned and landed lightly on Shen Yaowei.
Shen Yaowei could clearly feel that the moment Ye Ying'er's gaze landed on her, it softened.
However, her gentle gaze was as if she was looking at a kitten or a puppy she liked. It looked gentle, but it was extremely offensive.
