Plotting against me?
If Ye Xunhuan heard these two words, he would definitely scoff, disregarding them.
Although Sun Meijia could be considered a Martial Artist, to Ye Xunhuan, she was insignificant, even in a fair fight Sun Meijia wouldn't stand a chance.
The reason Ye Xunhuan acted like that just now was simply to teach Sun Meijia a lesson, to make her understand that he was not deceiving her, that he could do what he said.
Sun Meijia spat out bright red blood from her mouth, immediately drawing the attention of the few patrons in the coffee shop.
Seeing the blood Sun Meijia spat out, many people looked at her with peculiar expressions.
Ignoring these strange gazes, Sun Meijia directly took out a tissue from her bag and cleaned the blood from the corner of her mouth, then took out her phone and called Ke Qinghong.
It wasn't long before the call was connected.
Before Sun Meijia could speak, Ke Qinghong's deep voice immediately reached her ear.
"Hello..."
