Bian Shu decisively brushed away Bian Yue's hand, "I have something to say to Li Tingmo."
Faced with Bian Shu, Li Tingmo was evidently much more at ease than when dealing with Bian Yue.
A meaningful smile played on his face as he leisurely watched Bian Shu, saying, "I am quite curious to hear what you have to say to me."
"Sister..." Bian Yue frowned, still trying to persuade her, "You don't need to worry about these things. I'm here, I will take care of everything for you."
Bian Shu looked at Bian Yue's anxious appearance, filled with deeper regret. How could she have lost her senses to such an extent, nearly harming her only kin.
