"Rong Yebai, let go of me this instant!" Su Qianxun glared at him furiously.
"Why would I let go? Who is he to you? Why are you so nervous?" Rong Yebai glared back at her.
"I can chop off your hand if you don't want it anymore." Long Sijue looked at him expressionlessly. The cold air around him was chilling.
"Spare me the theatrics. Other people are afraid of you, but I'm not! If you want me to let go of her, then tell me who she is to you. What is her place in your life?"
Rong Yebai stared at the man before him and asked.
"It's none of your business!"
Long Sijue and Su Qianxun replied in unison.
Rong Yebai was dumbstruck for a moment.
Long Sijue looked at Su Qianxun. The young woman shoved Rong Yebai's hand off her shoulder with force. She was calm, but there was a hint of anger in her voice as she said, "Whatever it is between us is none of your concern!"
