But as time ticked away, second by second, he stubbornly received no answer.
Qin Yuan was still playing chess; although he did not glance at them, he was aware of what was happening.
But he stubbornly refused to look over, because he knew that now was not the time to intervene.
After all, he had just spoken, and it was only that they were not willing to listen.
Let Yueya employ some small tricks then; that's the only way this baldy won't continue to fuss over it.
Not knowing how much time had passed, the bald man was already so anxious he was almost crying, his complexion turning extremely ugly, yet he couldn't help but raise his voice and say.
"Big brother, what are you doing? Don't you see Yueya waving the whip? If you don't make a move, the whip will come down on me."
"Are you really going to just stand by and watch me suffer? I am your little brother, didn't you say you'd protect me? I am about to get hurt, and you're still not coming to save me."
