Xiao Luye was expressionless. "I can't save you. Take care of your own life."
Xiao Da was about to cry. "Don't. I just wanted to help you. You've been strategizing for many years. What do you want that you can't get? But Shi Niange, who you've been holding in your palm since you were young, can it really kill you to snatch her back? Where's your domineering aura? Is it gone? We grew up together. I know all your thoughts and feelings for her. I'm also trying to help my own people."
"How can you help me like this? You're f*cking harming me." Xiao Luye slammed the glass of wine in his hand onto the table. "If your surname weren't Xiao, I would've smashed this glass of wine on your head."
Seeing that Xiao Luye was angry, Xiao Da directly withered. "…I believe you."