"Ren Ying, stop, don't hit him anymore."
"Ying, stop hitting him."
Han and Shen Junjie hurried forward to pull Ren Ying back. If he really kept hitting him like that, Xiaofan's flesh and blood body probably couldn't hold up.
Released, Xiaofan collapsed onto the sofa. He glanced at Ren Ying, wanting to explain but not knowing where to start.
"From today on, we are finished. From now on, I, Ren Ying, will only live for myself."
Breaking free from Shen Junjie and Han's grip, he slowly walked over to Huang Xueyi, held her hand, and they walked towards the door.
"Ren Ying..."
"Ren Ying, where are you going?"
"Let's talk this through."
The voices of the brothers came from beside them, their concern still so genuine.
"From the moment he stepped into Xueyi's room, there was nothing more for me to say to him. If you still consider me a brother, don't mention her in front of me again."
"Hey, Ren Ying..."
"You..."
