Feng Ciye cleared his throat lightly, speaking with a hint of apology: "Sorry, I never imagined you'd get asked out of the library because of this."
Su Li looked at the two of them; although their temperaments differed greatly, there was a slight resemblance in their eyes and brows.
The chill of early spring lingered, the breeze carried a trace of coldness, gently lifting the hem of Feng Huaijin's coat, exuding a demeanor beyond ordinary.
Feng Huaijin didn't even glance at Feng Ciye, but stared at Su Li sternly, saying: "Stay away from him."
Feng Ciye's expression remained calm like water, his tone slightly cold: "Mr. Qi, it seems I haven't done anything to hurt her."
"Not now, but what about the future?" Feng Huaijin sneered.
Upon hearing the word "future" from Feng Huaijin, Su Li's body shook as if reminded of something.
Was Feng Huaijin implying that in the future, they would likely end up in Feng Ciye's hands?
