Ye Qing slightly furrowed his brows and said, "Miss Huangfu, is this plan worth your right hand?"
Huangfu Ziyu spoke leisurely, "Whether it's worth it is my business. You said it yourself just now—I command, and you follow. Now that I want your right hand, are you going to give it, or not?"
Ye Qing was silent for a while before he suddenly placed his right hand on the table and said, "Miss Huangfu, if I could make it to this day, it's all thanks to your help. Mr. Ye is very grateful. Since you've said it, then this right hand is yours."
As he spoke, Ye Qing quietly looked at Huangfu Ziyu, his gaze not shifting in the slightest. He had made up his mind and no longer felt such dread towards Huangfu Ziyu.
"Good, that's a real man!" Huangfu Ziyu smiled lightly, casually pulled out a short dagger from the edge of the table, and chopped straight towards Ye Qing's wrist.
