When Ye Qingyu heard that, a divine radiance sparkled in his eyes that were wreathed in black mist.

However, he said nothing.

Jiang Xiaohan lifted her fine eyebrows. "Why, don't you believe me?" With her head slightly raised and her chin high, there was a certain power and pride about her. "Though I've gone against you many times, when have I ever boasted about this kind of thing?"

Ye Qingyu remained silent.

He seemed to be thinking about something.

"What ...