Jiang Qi heard this voice, his body suddenly stiffened, and his brow instantly furrowed tighter. He turned to look at Qin Yue, the anger in his eyes not yet subsided, but upon seeing it was her, a trace of apprehension and dissatisfaction appeared in his expression.
"Qin Yue, what do you mean?" Jiang Qi's voice was low, carrying a trace of restrained anger.
He understood that Qin Yue's intention was by no means friendly, but at this moment, he was already at the brink of fury, nearly losing his composure.
Qin Yue slowly stepped forward, her movements light and elegant, as if carrying a natural arrogance.
Her gaze upon Jiang Qi was full of contempt, her tone increasingly cold: "My meaning is simple — Ye Qingchen is completely beyond your control. You, in your self-righteousness, sent those so-called experts, and what was the result? Nothing but a few useless lives lost."
Her tone was full of sarcasm and disdain, completely unconcealed in her contempt for Jiang Qi.
