Zhan Qipei stared intently at the girl in front of him with his deep, black eyes. His eyebrows furrowed tightly, and his face clearly showed a hint of resistance, "You're worried about me?"
Qiao Jing knew that she might have overstepped by saying this.
After all, whether it was because of her identity or their relationship, she had no reason to be concerned about this man.
Thinking of this, Qiao Jing quickly explained, "I'm just worried about Yubao and the others. I'm very close to them. If something happens to you..."
She hadn't finished talking when Zhan Qipei interrupted her coldly, "Whether something happens to me or not, what does that have to do with you? Aren't you getting too carried away?"
"Please, stay away from me in the future, and also from Yubao and them. I hope you don't casually approach the three of them again!"
The man's voice was cold, and his words were heartlessly indifferent.
