"You don't need to look at me like that, even if you keep staring, you can't kill me."
Yin Hehe advised kindly.
Xiahou Jingmu cracked his knuckles again, and after a moment, he heard himself ask, "Why didn't you continue to expose me just now?"
"Oh?"
This question surprised Yin Hehe.
"Junior General, by saying that, do you admit that the person was sent by you?" she asked with a smile that was not quite a smile.
In an instant, sitting in the wheelchair, Xiahou Jingmu felt a wave of humiliation rising from the bottom of his heart. He stared at the woman, his eyes filled with unprecedented hatred.
"Yin Hehe, you'd better pray that I win the war against Sheng Siyuan this time, otherwise, if you fall into my hands, I certainly won't let you off easily!"
"Hehe~~" Yin Hehe laughed aloud upon hearing this.
"You can't beat him, do you know the biggest difference between you and him right now?"
"Where?"
