"What I do to her has nothing to do with you." Beitang Yao's hand paused for a moment. Du Ziheng's words sounded off, his tone full of dissatisfaction. "You still can't forget her? Du Ziheng, if you dare have designs on her, I'll make sure you learn what consequences are."
Du Ziheng was drinking tea and almost choked on it. He set down his teacup, stood up, walked straight over to Beitang Yao, and said, "The woman I love now is Youyou, not Qian Qian. From your tone, you seem very tense about Qian Qian—then why are you treating her like this?"
Beitang Yao suddenly lowered his head and said, "That's not something you need to concern yourself with."
