"You don't have to worry about me and Jiaojiao," Quan Jue said coldly.
"Of course I don't worry about you, but I'm concerned about Jiaojiao." Xu Ye took a step forward and stared him straight in the eye. "Quan Jue, don't you know what the Quan family is like? If you must be with Jiaojiao, you will end up implicating her in your family's affairs. Do you feel good about that?"
Quan Jue looked at him indifferently. "Are you done?"
Seeing his casual and indifferent attitude, Xu Ye snorted in anger. "Quan Jue, I won't give up on Jiaojiao. If you have a conscience, don't harm her."
Quan Jue grabbed his collar.
Holding onto Xu Ye's collar, Quan Jue lifted him up slightly. "You don't have to worry about me, remember? If I hear you say such things again, I won't let you off."
Xu Ye stared into his dark and cold eyes. He was pricked by the cold glint in them.
If he admitted defeat now, he would never live it down.
