This is a matter between men.
He didn't say this sentence.
Ye Qingyou put on a suit, looking refined again, like a frail bookworm.
Wang Dao had seen him last time and knew that Ye Qingyou looked like a very thin man, so he wasn't afraid of him at all.
The two had arranged to meet in a busy urban area, and Wang Dao thought that if he brought someone, he could call the police in time, or in a public area, there would be enough evidence.
When they met, Wang Dao saw Ye Qingyou still in his suit, looking like a particularly serious person, unlike him, who had roamed the streets since childhood, with many muscles and a sturdy build.
Upon further observation, there was no one beside Ye Qingyou, indicating he hadn't brought anyone.
Wang Dao suddenly felt more at ease; if he dared to make a move, he'd let him experience a one-sided beating!
