Ye Jing let out a cold smile and took out another square sandalwood box. Pointing at the thirteen silver needles inside, thinner than her fingers, she said, "Then explain to me again, what are these thirteen things",Ye Jing slammed her fist on the table, interrupting him and saying: "I think you're not only a dangerous person, but also a liar who talks nonsense. What do you mean by curing Nanjiang Wang's illness You're just blowing hot air!",Ye Jing took the marriage certificate and glanced at it a few times, her eyes flashing with surprise: "Ning Qingxue is really your fiancee"。