“You!” Yuchi Jin glared at him. When his eyes met with Ye Moxuan’s pitch black eyes, he was deeply shocked.
This was the first time he saw this look in his grandson’s eyes. They were dark, cold and as deep as a trench. Along with those eyes were his words—“What if I don’t?”
Yuchi Jin squinted his eyes with dangerous intent. “Are you disobeying my words?”
“Grandfather, if what you want is a grandson who is at your mercy, even with his marriage, then I’m afraid I can’t be that grandson.”
Yuchi Jin raised his eyebrows as they were filled with murderous spirit. “Is this a threat?”
No matter how much Ye Moxuan said, it seemed pointless, so he gently quirked up the corners of his thin lips. “How could I dare to threaten you, grandfather? I’m just trying to tell you that I won’t marry Duanmu Xue because I won’t give up the one I love.”