C863 Poor Thing

"Threatening?" Ye Qingru raised the corner of her lips coldly.

Feng Ruyi shook her head, "Even if I shout this secret aloud now, no one will believe me."

It was absurd to say that a person's identity was that of a dragon. Not only would there be very few people who would believe it.

Even if there were really people who believed it, perhaps they would even worship Yu Bingyi