Ye Che's hand had already clenched into a fist at his side, ready to cripple those two men the moment they dared to show even a hint of disrespect towards Xia Weiyi.
However, to his surprise, these two hooligans seemed to be quite afraid of Shasha.
He slipped his hand into his pocket and walked towards Xia Weiyi, his aura both lazy and fierce as he drew the woman next to him into his arms, and chuckled, "What's up, hasn't Shasha missed me during these few days?"
Immediately after, a sinister glint flashed through his dark eyes, directed at the three of them.
Shasha subconsciously shrank back, and Xia Weiyi tugged at Ye Che's sleeve, softly saying, "Ye Che, you've scared them."
"Oh—" Ye Che retracted the intimidating force around him before looking down at Xia Weiyi, "Shall we go home, hm?"
He didn't want Xia Weiyi and Shasha to have too much contact before dealing with Xu Zhiye.
Xia Weiyi nodded then turned to Shasha, "Well, you guys play first, I'm going to head back."
