Yin Baishuang squinted her almond eyes, her expression cold: "From Senior Li's words, it seems there is intention to make a move on him?"
Li Bansheng let out a cold laugh and said, "I know the purpose of your visit here. Initially, I thought Young Palace Master Yin had always been arrogant. You relied on that past relationship, believing your bond was stronger than gold, and that Jing'er posed no threat in your eyes.
Seeing you today... it turns out to be just so; Young Palace Master Yin is exceedingly insecure, wanting to flaunt your romance before Jing'er so that she gives up?
But in doing so, doesn't it indicate that, in your heart, Jing'er is indeed a formidable opponent you seriously fear? Isn't your behavior now somewhat low?"
Yin Baishuang's face turned instantly cold.
Li Bansheng, naturally arrogant, even though severely injured and unable to move, had autumn eyes that seemed gentle, yet concealed scorn, revealing outright madness and obsession.
