"If you don't want to die, get lost." Quan Jue lowered his voice and said coldly to Butler Zhou.
Butler Zhou looked at his sinister and ruthless expression. He was so frightened that his heart started to beat wildly. He hugged his injured hand and staggered back a couple of steps.
Bang!
The door was shut tightly.
Chi Jiao felt that it was finally quiet.
"Go back to your room and rest." Quan Jue walked to Chi Jiao and lowered his head to look at her. "Children don't grow tall if they stay up late."
"I'm not a child," Chi Jiao protested unhappily. "Brother Quan, you're only one year older than me."
Quan Jue raised an eyebrow and gently flicked her forehead.
"Then, where do you plan to rest?" Chi Jiao asked.
The corners of Quan Jue's lips curled up as an unfathomable glint lingered in his eyes. "Where do you want me to rest?"
Chi Jiao looked at him.
