"I'm not going back," Duan Yanbing said coldly. "That's not the life I want. I just want to stay quietly by Beibei's side and live a peaceful life. Don't bother me anymore, otherwise, I'll block you."
After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone fiercely.
On the other end of the phone, Yen Wenqing held the disconnected phone, his lips curving up as he ordered, "Tell Ah Fei and the others to protect the young master thoroughly. If he loses a single hair, they'll have to cut off their heads to apologize!"
The man in black standing by the door bowed obediently, "Yes, Master!"
Yen Wenqing walked back to the table, grabbing the glass of wine on top, and downed it in one gulp.
