"Not curious." Qi Yue halted her steps, her icy eyes carrying a hint of warning.
"Whatever you do is none of my business, just don't interfere with what I intend to do."
Qu Wei, however, responded with a faint smile.
"Miss Qi, no need to be so fierce. Have you forgotten who I am? Aren't you afraid I'll have someone take care of Zhao Xiyan?"
The refined and dignified man gently shook his folding fan, a trace of a smile lingering on his lips. Though he appeared serene, he was concealing a threaten.
Qi Yue's pupils contracted slightly.
Take care of Zhao Xiyan... He wouldn't dare!
For a moment, Qi Yue even thought of pulling out her special firewood chopping knife.
But something within her told her that it wasn't a good idea.
She immediately said with a cold expression, "Supervisor, you should already know that I have no relation with Zhao Xiyan anymore. Using him to threaten me, don't you think that's a bit underwhelming?"
"Heh."
