After a short pause, Bo Jingxing seemed to have found a voice and looked at him seriously. "So what do you want to do?"
Ye Wangchuan habitually touched his prayer beads, but he felt a chill.
He looked down at the black jade bracelet on his wrist, a gift from Qiao Nian. It was personally designed and polished.
At that time, he had taken off his string of Buddhist prayer beads and replaced it with this. As time passed, there was no longer any trace of the Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist.
Ye Wangchuan leaned back with his head slightly tilted back, making his collarbone exquisitely protrude like a raised swan.
"I'm prepared to cut ties with the Ye family."
Bo Jingxing's hand trembled and he almost spilled the water. His eyes were filled with unconcealed shock. "Aren't you afraid that your Old Master will beat you to death?"
Ye Wangchuan was the Ye family's heir.
