"Who dares to say that you're rude?" Yan Ye smiled faintly. He slowly lowered his hand and held Beiting Huang's hand. He led her to Xia Jian. "How dare you say that she's rude? Do you know her identity?"
Identity?
Xia Jian's entire body was trembling. At this moment, he was also shocked by Yan Ye's words and suddenly looked up. Unexpectedly, he saw the spider lily woven with silver thread on Beiting Huang's sleeve and lapel. Nine petals. At this moment, she smiled at him ferociously like a demon. "Yan, Yan City? Nine… Petals…"
"It's good that you know!" Yan Ye's voice was as light as a blade. "In this world, no one should criticize her for being rude. Taking a look at you is already the highest respect. What else do you want?"
