The minute Li Xueyue stepped aside for Li Wenmin, he whirled into the room like a storm bent on creating chaos. He abruptly stopped in front of Yu Zhen and grabbed him by the collar, yanking him incredibly close. "What's your intent with Xueyue?"
Li Xueyue's eyes widened in disbelief. "You promised you'd use words and not violence!"
"I promised I wouldn't use my sword," Li Wenmin told her, only for her to narrow her eyes. "Besides, I haven't punched him yet, so it's technically not violence."
Li Xueyue could not argue with his point. She sulked in the corner with a vexed expression.
Li Wenmin focused his attention back onto Yu Zhen. "Well? Are you going to answer my question or are you daft?"
Yu Zhen's eyes flickered to Li Wenmin's hands and to Li Xueyue who obviously respected her older brother very much. This left Yu Zhen's hands tied. He could not hurt someone whom she loved, but he could shove him off and that was exactly what he did.
