Justin Usama, after all, is a scholar. Although he has a bit of a pedantic side, when faced with someone like Sylvan Cheney, he immediately backs down.
He is also a pragmatic person. Despite having good feelings for Jasmine Yale, it's not enough to risk his life, especially since he has a decent job and doesn't worry about not having a wife.
"You—you let go, we can talk." Justin Usama's eyes flickered.
"Who do you want to talk to? Me or Jasmine Yale?" Sylvan Cheney said, indifferent.
"I'll talk to Jasmine Yale, don't interfere! This is between me and her!"
Jasmine Yale, holding Little Clementine, was no longer interested in discussing the matter, and said indifferently: "Justin Usama, let's end it here. You and I shouldn't meet again in the future. We've known each other for a while, let's leave each other with a good impression."
"You deceived my feelings. You were still dating me while having a boyfriend. Don't you have moral issues?"
