Qin Feiyang looked at the shifty-eyed young man before him, a trace of appreciation in his eyes.
Those who know their place live longer.
It is a common enough saying, easy to understand.
However, few truly achieve that, but He Jiu did, which showed how high his level of self-awareness was.
Qin Feiyang's eyes flashed as he asked, "You haven't been talking to anyone else, have you?"
"Uh..."
He Jiu's pupils instantly contracted, a hint of panic rising on his face.
"Hmm?"
Qin Feiyang raised his eyebrows, his expression becoming somewhat displeased.
Seeing this, He Jiu tensed up, anxiously saying, "I only mentioned that you killed Nie Yu, and nothing else."
"You did still mention it."
Fatty sneered coldly, Battle Intent flowing from his palm, a wisp of murderous intent spreading out.
Qin Feiyang waved his hand to stop Fatty and turned to He Jiu with a smile. "It doesn't matter. Even if you didn't say anything, others would have guessed."
