"Should I know you?" Ye Hao asked with an amused tone.
"You…" Qing Fengdie was irked by Ye Hao's retort, feeling ignored by the martial arts community—perhaps it had been too long since her last appearance or the martial arts world had changed.
"Enough with the 'you' and 'me.' If I don't know you, I don't know you. Speak! What secret dealings do you have with Nalan Zhengqi?" Ye Hao dropped his previous polite manner, now looking coldly at Qing Fengdie.
Hearing this, Qing Fengdie realized Ye Hao had gotten serious. If she kept stalling, Ye Hao might truly resent the assassin.
If Ye Hao truly turned against her, she would die with unresolved regrets.
After pondering for a while, Qing Fengdie sighed and communicated to Ye Hao, "This matter shouldn't be known by too many people. Can we talk privately?"
Ye Hao, hearing this, was not afraid of her. Even if she had some plot, in the face of absolute power, these schemes were futile.
