Li Yeqi stood tall and straight, his cool and noble features becoming even more indifferent as his gaze moved away from the silver figure, "You understand me so well, naturally my enemies also understand me."
"So you really plan to swallow this bait and get hooked?" Mou Chenyi wasn't actually surprised, because he understood him.
Li Yeqi drained the wine in his glass, his voice indifferent, "Do I have a choice?"
Mou Chenyi's heart sank. There's a saying about striking a snake at its vital spot, and Fu Xuan had really hit Li Yeqi's, even if he knew there were traps ahead, he would still walk through them without looking back, in search of the truth.
"Seventh Brother, if she really is Youran, what do you plan to do?"
Clenching the wineglass with slender fingers that turned white, he stared unwaveringly at the charming figure entering the banquet hall, and after a long moment, he declared firmly, "The real Youran is already dead."
