You. Talk

As far as he knew, Yun Qi was not someone who would talk to her family about their conversation, especially when her father and older brother hated Xiao Zhihao and his parents. 

Yun Wei shifted his eyes suspiciously as he mumbled, "Y-Yun Qi told me."

Xiao Zhihao noticed that Yun Wei was clenching his fists tightly, and there were beads of sweat forming on his forehead. 

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously before asking in a threatening tone, "Where's Yun Qi?"

"She's not here!" Yun Wei said in a low voice. "Leave now... He's still sleeping!" 

Xiao Zhihao frowned. He tried to peek into the house, but Yun Wei blocked his view. 

"Where's Yun Qi? She usually stays at home on weekends. Where is she?!" Xiao Zhihao demanded to know as he glared at Yun Wei. He had a bad feeling about this, and his guts were telling him not to let this matter go. 

"I told you, she's not here!"