Ye Xuanye glanced sideways at her, his eyes gradually quenching the fire.
"He still dares to harass you?" The cold voice sounded like ice.
Ye Qingyu was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "I don't think he will dare to do it again. Brother, you don't have to worry about me, I can handle it."
"Are you proud and complacent?" Ye Xuanye stared at her, feeling that she was just a girl who had not grown up.