"Yes."
Ye Ling's gaze was sharp as he looked at the man before him.
That he could remain unfazed under his pressure showed the man's strength was formidable.
Ye Ling's grip on Qiao Si's wrist involuntarily tightened; he wanted to see just how strong this man was.
"She is mine."
Qiao Si looked at the youth before him, a smile on his face showing no concern for the youngster.
With four words, he declared his dominion and then he let go of Ye Xiao's collar.
"Baby, listen to me, it's not what you saw."
Once free, Ye Xiao quickly tried to explain.
To the onlookers, she looked like a scoundrel caught in the act, still shamelessly claiming it wasn't what it appeared.
Ye Ling joined the crowd in their schadenfreude, feeling a bit happy about the disaster.
They had each taken turns aiming for his sister's affection; now they knew just how despicable his sister was, and they could roll away broken-hearted.
"Good girl, none of that matters."
