Ye Che turned his head, a hint of a flicker in his eyes, but acted dismissively, bragging, "Me, jealous? Please, that guy? He's an old man in his thirties, do I need to be jealous of him?"
"You're not much younger than him, calling him an old man."
"Nonsense!" Ye Che nearly exploded: "I'm in my twenties, he's in his thirties—how big is the age gap?"
Xia Weiyi pouted and muttered quietly: "You're twenty-nine, he's thirty-one, just a two-year difference—"
"Xia Weiyi, what did you say!" Ye Che picked up Xia Weiyi with one hand, lost his composure, and firmly pressed her beneath him.
This little thing, does she think he's old?
Seeing Ye Che's bold and vigorous demeanor, Xia Weiyi, fearing another torment, quickly denied it.
"I, I said my brother is the most handsome!"
"What else?"
"My brother can also make money!"
"What else?"
"My brother is also a talented man."