"Anyway, I've already said what I needed to say, believe it or not, my reminder as an old man has been completed, believing or not is up to you."
It must be admitted, Meng Chanji's trick of playing hard to get was indeed very powerful. Jipu Qingshou was again forced to try and believe, but didn't dare to believe.
In the face of a conundrum unable to make a decision, he could only believe in it.
Being cautious makes for a safe boat, it's always a good thing. Who knows if Meng Chanji might deceive himself? If he didn't deceive him, then if he rashly killed Lin Zifeng, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Thinking of this, Jipu Qingshou's expression changed, he said with a dry laugh, "Mr. Meng, how credible are the words you just said?"
"If you don't believe it, then I can't help it, whether to believe it or not is naturally up to you." Meng Chanji spread his hands, pouting in an indifferent manner.
