When Gu Siting heard Ming Yao call the man brother, his expression grew increasingly gloomy and cold.
Throughout their many years together, she had never even called him brother!
In Gu Siting's mind, this "brother" likely meant something akin to a sweetheart!
Ming Yao, seeing that Gu Siting not only refused to release Qi Ye but was about to swing his clenched fist at his face, her petite face sank completely.
"Gu Siting, try lifting a finger if you dare?"
Ming Yao's defense of the man only stoked Gu Siting's anger further.
His large palm formed into a fist, the joints cracking ominously.
Qi Ye, watching Gu Siting, whose face was so dark it seemed like water could drip from it, wore a smile that was not quite a smile as he tugged at the corner of his mouth.
He stretched his long arm out, pulling Ming Yao behind him.
