"There's nothing to talk about between us."
"Li Lei." This time, Pei Ziheng spoke. He stood up and suddenly, there was an overbearing force in the middle of the living room. "Xiao Ling has already told you to leave, so don't stay here and be an inconvenience."
However, Li Lei was not scared of him. What sort of storms had he not braved before? He refused to budge and look straight in Pei Ziheng's eyes. His sturdy figure was not any inferior to the man in front of him, and he exuded a violent aura. "I'm talking to Xiao Ling. It's not your place to interrupt."
The two men quietly confronted each other with their killer eye contact. A war was on the verge of starting.
Xia Ling looked at them nervously.