"Would you let go?"
His fist was grasped firmly, and Ye Ling wore a vicious expression.
This beast of a man had considerable strength to actually hold onto his fist.
He had been trained by his third brother, and ordinary people couldn't even catch his fist.
"You're mistaken, listen to me."
Normally, Qiao Si would not simply catch a punch, but the other party was likely the kid's brother; he hadn't even won over the kid yet, so how could he lay a hand on her brother?
"Mistaken? There's no mistake. You came out of my sister's room in the middle of the night, do you think I'm an idiot?"
Where was the misunderstanding? He saw with his very own eyes this man coming out of his sister's room; that was no misunderstanding.
"What's all this noise in the middle of the night?"
The commotion in the living room woke Ye Ting; he rubbed his eyes as he came out of his room.
"Lao Wu, you're back."
Surprise was written all over Su Yun's face when she saw her son.
"What are you doing here?"
