Yin Jiujin's eyes flashed. "No."
"I'm hanging up."
"Wait, Nine!"
Suddenly, Yin Jiujin's eyes were filled with dread, and his grip on the phone couldn't help but tighten. "Don't call me that again." Although his tone was flat, Qin Hao, who was on the other end of the line, could hear a hint of anger that he almost couldn't suppress.
"Alright, Second Yin."
"…Please call me by my full name," said Yin Jiujin.
The anger dissipated before it could gather. Everyone said that Young Master Qin was honest and honest.
Tsk!
It was obvious that he was the most cunning one. He could easily control the emotions of others with a seemingly casual action or sentence.
Like now.
Qin Hao's thoughts were also the most obscure. Even for him, Master Nine, who was known to be sinister, cunning, ruthless, and wise in the eyes of the world, could not see through Qin Hao.
