"Hmm."
Qin Hao responded, falling into deep thought.
After a while, he lifted his head, his gaze filled with seriousness: "Can I trust you? Perhaps, you're just sent here as a decoy."
Qi Renjie's face hesitated for a moment, as if making a decision, he grittingly said, "Rumor has it that you've dabbled in the Poison Technique, haven't you? You can completely control me with poison!"
"Oh."
Qin Hao raised his eyebrows, with a touch more of admiration.
In fact, he had already trusted Qi Renjie's words.
Because the genuine exposure of emotions from the other was definitely not an act.
Only someone who had experienced pain could possess such a demeanor and aura.
Qin Hao understood this well, and the reason he brought up the trust issue was nothing more than to test the other's reaction.
For now, Qi Renjie's response of cutting one's losses matched Qin Hao's taste.
He said, "I trust you now."
