So what if he is Jiang Qi, if he provoked her, it doesn't matter who you are.
Jiang Qi was dumbstruck, his eyes wide, "How is that possible? Master Chen can actually tolerate this?"
Master Chen, whose temper is so bad, can actually indulge her to this extent?
"Of course, he can." Feng Ye had a frivolous smile on his lips, his posture languid, "I even suspect if Yun Xiaoyue shot Master Chen in the chest twice, he wouldn't blame her."
"That's impossible," Jiang Qi scoffed, how could Master Chen be willing to give up his life for a woman.
But facing Feng Ye's "I'm not joking" eyes, he suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.
"Do you remember at the racetrack, when Lin Xuanze asked how much Yun Xiaoyue was worth, and Master Chen said she was priceless? You understand what priceless means, right?"
Having said this, Feng Ye fell silent, his gaze deep and complicated, and he lit a cigarette and took a harsh drag.
