Little White's eyes darkened slightly, a murderous aura spreading, making his entire being as sharp as a blade's edge. Gone was his past youth and cuteness.
"Little White!" Xiao Yue's elegant face suddenly changed, and he quickly grasped Little White's hand, "Little White, leave it to me."
"Mhm."
Little White nodded, glanced at Xiao Yue, and then withdrew the killing intent from his body.
Xiao Yue turned his head to look at the man in front of him, a cold sneer spreading across his lips. His eyes looked at him as one would look at an insignificant passerby, devoid of the deep love and affection of the past.
Dongfang Jun's heart began to ache.
Hadn't he made those choices back then for their future together? Why couldn't Xiao Yue understand his pain? If he could become the head of the Dongfang Family, he would have enough power to decide his own matters.
Bearing things for a moment could lead to greater achievements, how could he be constrained by these minor details?
