Xue Ruke lovingly wrapped an arm around Yan Jian's shoulder, "Alright. You're tired, let's rest, okay?"
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The two of them really turned around and walked back, ignoring James entirely.
James was filled with turmoil, feeling very uncomfortable. However, given what happened tonight with Yan Jian... he didn't want to confront the Tang Family directly, so he suppressed it and growled softly, "Mr. Xue, are you just going to leave like this? That stick is considered private property of the Tang Family; are you really going to leave it in my car without taking it?"
Xue Ruke glanced back with a smile, "It's just a stick, consider it a gift from me, don't be so polite. While I may not be a Tang, I can make this decision."
Xue Ruke paused there, a hint of mischievousness that belied his age danced in his eyes, and he raised his eyebrows at James, "Don't tell me you can't even pull out that little stick?"
James couldn't help but snort in disdain.
