As expected, Rory appeared again. She was wearing a skirt of the same color as Levin's. She was holding his arm, as if they were a couple.
When Blake saw that, his hands, which were hanging by the side, clenched tightly and then loosened. His nails pierced his skin.
Subconsciously, he slowly walked over to Levin, suppressing his anger.
"It's you who took her away." He bit his lower lip in anticipation and then continued, "No, you kidnapped her."
"King Blake, don't talk nonsense. When did I kidnap her? Besides, she has nothing to do with you, right? You're just, her..." he stopped abruptly, then a smirk plastered on his face. "Let me think about it… Oh, yes, ex. Since you've broken up, don't poke your nose into other people's business."
Levin shrugged and sneered.
"What on earth did you do?" Blake's temples throbbed.
Perhaps it was because Blake's gaze was too fierce, Levin did not dare to look directly into his eyes.