"Senior." The president, who was not afraid of death, suddenly stretched out his long arm and blocked their way.
Ye Xuanye's body suddenly tensed up, and a cold breath burst out. He grabbed Ye Qingyu's wrist and tightened it.
"Senior, I think I'd better go home with my eldest brother and wait until the next opportunity to watch a movie." Knowing Ye Xuanye's temper well, this was a prelude to his anger, Ye Qingyu quickly pushed him away.
