Although she was afraid, Ji Rong still hurriedly explained, "Brother Xueying, you've misunderstood. That time, one of my servants beat the little beggar to death behind my back. I only found out afterward."
"You don't need to explain yourself to me." Dongbo Xueying's voice was cold. "I'm ordering you to get away from my younger brother!"
He only cared about the facts.
He didn't listen to other people's empty words. And according to the Dragon Mountain Tower's investigation, Ji Wuhai and the rest of the Ji family were all very good at putting on a false front.
"I..." Ji Rong started to speak, then stopped. Tears welled in her eyes.
"You have three days." Dongbo Xueying turned and walked away. "If you haven't done it by then, I'll make it happen myself! And I won't be gentle about it."
When he was eight, he had begun frantically practicing his spear every day. During that time, Dongbo Xueying had broken down and cried again and again, but he had persevered. That grueling training had forged an iron will in him. How could a little girl like Ji Rong sway someone so resolute with a few words? Even with someone like Kong Youyue, Dongbo Xueying had only been furious that she'd betrayed his trust and feelings. He'd swiftly cut off those feelings without hesitation.
Dongbo Xueying was a decisive person. He was hard on himself, and even harder on his enemies!
"Yes." Watching Dongbo Xueying walk away, Ji Rong could only lower her head.
She walked step by step toward Qingshi's residence.
She wondered what she should do.
"Dongbo Xueying cares deeply for his younger brother. Should I find a way to make Qingshi completely take my side, so Dongbo Xueying will have to hold back?" Ji Rong thought. "No. Dongbo Xueying