Ye Siheng raised an eyebrow, with a hint of disdain, "Miss Yue seems to be not in charge of household affairs, but the number one killer in the mansion."
Just by those few moves just now, he had already figured out Yue Qing's bottom line. Every move was a killing move, and one wrong move would lead to being stabbed in the vital point and instant death.
She was even stronger than Yue Su.
Yue Qing smiled even more deeply, "Your Highness is wise. Those who cannot be killed by my brother must be dealt with by me."
As she spoke, she moved without fear of whether Ye Siheng would take action, and her figure moved.
Ye Siheng's face turned cold, intending to break her tendons.
But he unexpectedly found that his body was weak at this moment, and he couldn't exert any strength.
With a snap, the chopstick fell to the ground.
His forehead and cheeks were flushed with a strange redness as he turned to look at the dishes on the table, his eyes filled with confusion.