Hearing Ye Ziyun’s words, Nie Li didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. In his previous life, he had experienced far too much. His hands have been drenched with the blood of countless lives. He did a lot of things that went against his conscious. However, even so, he is not a despicable person like Shen Fei.
“You don’t need to explain it to me. It’s not like I care,” Ye Ziyun’s brows slightly twitched, and snorted.