"If you don't believe it, it's up to you!"
He Qunying looked ahead, the thin frost on his face thickening, as if he were gnashing his teeth. "From childhood till now, how often have you sincerely listened to me speak? When have you ever truly looked at me? In your eyes, I'm not worthy to sit alongside others!"
"You!"
He Huan choked on his words. In the next instant, raising his hand, he intended to slap him, but He Qunying was a step ahead, lifting his foot and stepping over the threshold.
He Huan, in a fury, wanted to chase after him, but several advisors beside him quickly held him back: "Great General, calm down! The young master wouldn't lie about something like this!"
At least they held him back, but He Huan turned back angrily to them: "How do you know he's not lying?!"
