"I'll say it again, hand her over, don't make me rush in and do something you'll regret!"
The air began to solidify.
An Yichen's gaze was slightly frozen, his tone equally sharp, "Today, I will never hand Xiaozhi over to you. Not tomorrow, not the day after that! As long as she doesn't want to go with you, even if it costs me my life, I won't let you take her!"
"Fine, then I'll just kill you first!" Si Ye instantly pulled out a gun, pressing it against his forehead.
"Young master!" a servant exclaimed in terror.
An Yichen remained calm and unflinching: "If you want to take Xiaozhi, then kill me first. Go ahead, shoot, and then you can take her away."
His gaze was determined; he meant it. He wasn't afraid of Si Ye killing him, and he would use his life to protect Chen Zhi.
Surprisingly, Si Ye threw down the gun, took off his jacket, and slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing strong arms.
