"No need. We'll protect our boss ourselves!" Li Xing stared coldly at Zhao Yu. This man was strange. He had stopped Qingmu for them in his courtyard and even called Zhou Fan their "Young Master." But right now, Zhou Fan was severely injured. Until they could vet Zhao Yu, he was a threat!
The sisters' policy for dealing with threats was simple: keep them away.
"Back off. Or I'll kill you!"
When Li Yue saw Zhao Yu standing his ground, her brow furrowed. With a flip of her wrist, she aimed the dagger in her hand at him—a clear warning that if he didn't retreat, the blade would find its way into his chest.
Zhao Yu glanced at Li Xing and Li Yue, then at Zhou Fan. Despite his severe injuries, Zhou Fan was watching him with an unreadable, faint smile. Zhao Yu could only sigh helplessly and take two steps back.
