C1855 Rare Peace

Facing the re-emergence of Han Ye, Jiang Ting had already expected it, so he started to mock him without changing his mood.

"Hehe …" "Haha …"

His chuckle turned into a wild laugh, and then, Han Ye tilted his head slightly, revealing an eerie coldness. "You think you can influence my, Han Ye's, thoughts with mere words?" "Wishful thinking!"

As he spoke, Han Ye threw himself at him again