"So..." He Xing's gaze turned cold, and he looked at Yi Lixing expressionlessly, "You still won't admit that yesterday's incident was related to you?"
"I..." It was only now that Yi Lixing realized he had been tricked. He was so frightened that he nearly trembled uncontrollably; a gust of cold wind blew, and his back was already drenched with sweat.
But he absolutely would not just admit it, so he feigned ignorance with a cough: "What are you talking about? I don't understand."
He Xing smiled again, but his smile didn't carry any warmth, it was more like the cold wind that blows over a frozen lake in winter, biting to the core, "Yi Lixing, originally I was prepared to give you a way out, but you shouldn't have touched Fu Han. I called you here today to tell you one thing, we need to settle our accounts properly."
As if a blast of cold wind had swept through, Yi Lixing began to shiver all over. He suddenly started to regret why he had opposed He Xing.
