Bai Junhao shrugged, letting out a light sigh, "Yao, she is not a pawn in your game of life, not a piece for your amusement. If you cannot give her a future, let her go while it's still brief. I think she would be grateful for it."
Beitang Yao did not come here after setting aside his work to listen to Bai Junhao's nonsense. He reached out to remove Bai Junhao's hand from his shoulder, his tone growing colder, "Junhao, when have you ever seen me treat women as a game in life?"
"Then... then what do you mean?" Bai Junhao was caught off guard. In the moment Beitang Yao brushed his hand away, he lost his footing, his body swaying slightly, but Beitang Yao's words were ambiguous.
