Ou Yanan placed both hands forcefully on the table to prevent his somewhat dizzy and weak body from collapsing. He shook his head: "I have no idea what you're talking about."
The opponent moved step by step until he was in front of him, then grabbed him strongly by the collar, effortlessly lifting his body as if an eagle snatching a chick.
Ou Yanan also raised his hands, fiercely struggling against his grips.
The two were almost wrestling with each other.
The other's heavy breathing under the black cloth, like a volcano ready to erupt, issued a stern warning: "Listen to me. You better stay as Ou Young Master, don't indulge in delusions!"
At this moment, Ou Yanan seemed to regain his clarity, sneering coldly at the black-covered face: "Why, you don't even dare to face her, telling me not to indulge in delusions? But in fact, I am her real brother, not you, Young Master Ou."
