Gao Jun's arm, which was gripping Gao Xu's collar, was bulging with veins, and his face was terrifyingly dark as he coldly looked at his cousin, and said word by word, "Let me tell you, Gao Xu, don't you dare speak ill of Yurou, got it?"
Gao Xu couldn't help shivering because he had never seen his second cousin get angry like this before, and it was surprisingly frightening. Nonetheless, considering how his second cousin had always been so good to him in the past, and yet now he had struck him over a woman, his heart soured, and he couldn't help but say loudly, "Second cousin, do you think it's worth it to hit me over a cheap woman? Don't forget, I am your brother!"
Gao Jun's brow furrowed, perhaps softened by Gao Xu's words, I am your brother, he snorted, let go, and with a shove, Gao Xu fell to the ground.
Immediately after, without looking back, Gao Jun left and from afar, he added, "Don't call me second cousin anymore, I don't wish to acknowledge you as my brother either."
