The atmosphere had become too frigid and tense as they stared at each other.
Liao Yuan chuckled. "I know my limits, Han Zhiyuan. I remember the past too. You don't have to remind me. I was just talking to Xinyi as her good friend. Or do you mean to say that she cannot have any friends?"
"Of course she can. I am nobody to stop her and I am not. I am stopping you. You are welcome to be her friend as long as you remain within the boundary of friendship," he narrowed his eyes. "Considering your gaze just a moment ago and how you were holding her wrist, it seemed you were overstepping that."
Liao Yuan said nothing.
From the corner of his eye, he saw his grandfather leaving in an extremely bad mood.
He smiled at Xinyi. "I will leave now. Grandpa seems a little disturbed."
"O-Oh okay."
