The Fang Family's ancestor looked at Qin Yi viciously and sneered, "You're quite honest."
"There's nothing I can do, the facts are right in front of us, I can't deny it. Besides, I've always been straightforward; I can't play the hypocrite," Qin Yi said with a smile.
Everyone agreed with the first few sentences, but scoffed at the last one. You, Qin Yi, can't play the hypocrite? The words "scheming and plotting" are tailor-made for you.
The Fang Family's ancestor said coldly, "Do you think you've already won?"
Qin Yi shook his head, "Before I was only twenty percent sure, now it's forty percent."
"Are you sure?"
Qin Yi scratched his head, looking simple-minded, and laughed, "Okay, to speak honestly, even though I severely injured one, with you here, I'm only thirty percent sure."
"You'll dare to strike with only thirty percent certainty?" The Fang Family's ancestor sneered.
