Ke Qinghong appeared very domineering and arrogant, as if in his eyes, Ye Xunhuan was just a fish on the board, ready to be chopped up at his will.
Qiu Shuihan laughed upon hearing Ke Qinghong's arrogant and cocky words, laughed very happily.
Only this happiness carried a hint of disdain and contempt.
"What? You think I can't do it?"
"Ke Qinghong, if you really could do it, you would have already acted." Qiu Shuihan said lightly, "Instead of enduring it all this time!"
"After all, the king is dead, you don't need to worry about anything, but even so, you still haven't taken any action!"
"From this, it's clear that you actually have no confidence, not even thirty percent!"
"Ye Xunhuan is no longer who he used to be. He has grown up and is no longer a dough that can be kneaded at will. Whoever tries to knead him must pay a bloody price!"
