The guy was actually planning to make Ye Rongyue look good, but his superior stopped him.
"Tsk tsk, turns out you're just a small fry?"
Ye Rongyue really inherited her mother's sharp tongue. When it comes to retorts, she surpasses her master.
"So pitiful, having to do whatever they tell you. Look at you, you hate me so much you want to kill me, but too bad you have to hold back. Sigh."
"What's the point of working under someone like that? They don't think about you at all. How about working for me instead? At least I'd give you a bit of freedom..."
She chattered on endlessly, but the guy remained silent, seething with coldness yet never speaking.
Finally, they stopped at a certain place.
Ye Rongyue judged from the breathing that there were three people inside.
"Miss Ye, is it appropriate to poach my people on my turf?"
"I don't think it's inappropriate. In fact, it feels more rewarding this way."
"Haha..."
The other party laughed.
