Yan Beihan was furious: "Are you undermining me?"
This sentence immediately exposed something.
"Undermining you?"
Chen Yin glanced at her, thoughtfully, with a slight bitter smile, said: "Indeed, the ones who interacted with him in the secret realm were your younger brothers."
Yan Beihan took a deep breath, placed her delicate hand on the hilt of her sword, her voice chilling: "Chen Yin, are you trying to trap me with your words?"
Chen Yin retreated ten zhang, smiling: "The future matters will be discussed in the future, Yemo is useful, but that will be decades later. We'll see slowly. It won't be too late then to talk about it."
Yan Beihan snorted and said: "Chen Yin, you know, ever since we were kids, you've been this wishy-washy, and now that we've grown, you've become even more detestable!"
She continued: "Every step you take is calculated, every person you deal with is calculated, aren't you tired?"
