Yan Sijue chuckled softly, "Su Yan, you and I both understand, don't put on such an act in front of me. You're never one to play without holding chips."
Su Yan's eyes shifted slightly, and she let out a light hum, instantly exuding a seductive charm.
"I'm just afraid the chips in my hands aren't enough."
Mu Yiliang let out an odd sigh of relief; this was the Su Yan she was familiar with. The previous ethereal demeanor was somewhat disconcerting...
"You should know I won't let the Puritans go. If it weren't for my intervention back then, Nie Qing would have died at Ye Moran's hands long ago," Yan Sijue curled his lips, "Nie Qing will die sooner or later. You're a smart person; you should know which side to be on at this moment. As long as you're willing to cooperate with me, I won't make things difficult for you. This is something you should understand."
