Ye Xuanye remained silent, his cold handsome face was calm and powerful, and his pair of beast-like black eyes naturally exuded an arrogant and domineering aura that made people shy away.
"Qingyu, your elder brother is so scary." Xiaoyu tugged on her sleeve and whispered worriedly.
"It's okay, it's okay, my elder brother loves me very much." Ye Qingyu said it very freely, but her twinkling eyes were very uncertain. She comforted Xiaoyu, then picked up the schoolbag that she had thrown aside casually, and carried it on her back.
She was about to leave, but the gangsters they had just played a game with refused to let her go.
