Hearing the butler's words, Tong Yan and Quan Shu looked at each other.

Very quickly, the two of them quickly separated.

Tong Yan stroked his slightly stinging wrist and looked up at the cold man standing at the side. Although he was uncomfortable, he still said to the butler who was still trying to persuade him, "Uncle Zhao, you misunderstood. We didn't quarrel, nor did we make a move."

"Then what were you guys doing just now?" The butler obviously ...