As these words were spoken, Huang Yuying, who had been standing behind Ye Fei, also shuddered a few times.
She whispered to Ye Fei, "Ye Fei, don't try to be a hero."
"I appreciate you wanting to help me, but you can't beat him."
"Hurry up and apologize and leave, otherwise, if you provoke him, your future will be very difficult."
Ye Fei looked at Zhang Yuying, who was all meek and submissive, and thought to himself that this girl still had some conscience.
Yet he remained standing in place.
"The stone hasn't been fully cut open yet, what's the rush?"
Wang Haoyu, upon hearing this, immediately became agitated, "Are you still trying to deny it? This is clearly a piece of waste stone!"
Ye Fei shook his head, "Whether it's a waste stone or not, won't we know after it's all cut open?"
"Are you so anxious because you're afraid of losing?"
Wang Haoyu was trembling with anger.
"Continue cutting! I want to see how long he can stay stubborn!"
