C613 Yield

Zhao Ying could not collapse and anxiously shouted: "I will speak, I will speak."

Ye Chen laughed, put his foot down, and then patted the Southern Assassin who was screaming miserably, and asked with a smile: "Your comrade waited for your arm to be crippled before saying anything, do you hate her?"

With that said, Zhao Ying's face turned white