"Beitang Huan, when did I start allowing you to appear before me?" Beitang Yao stood up, meeting Beitang Huan's eyes, which carried a hint of fear mingled with determination.
Beitang Huan gracefully walked up to Beitang Yao, with a gentle smile, as if she wanted to pour all her life's beauty before him. Her soft gaze fell on his cold, resolute face, "Big brother, you know why I appear before you—"
Beitang Yao frowned and stepped back, a faint anger swirling in his chest, "Beitang Huan, get out of here immediately—"
"What's the matter? I haven't even spoken, haven't done anything, and you're already so eager for me to leave?" Beitang Huan looked at her brother, who deliberately kept a distance from her, feeling somewhat hurt, "Am I, your sister, not as good as those women by your side in your heart?"
"Until I forgive you, you'd better choose to disappear from my sight." Beitang Yao said coldly.
