Ji Chicheng had a dark face, his hand pounding at his side, his fists clenching so tightly that they made cracking sounds.
But the angriest person wasn't him; it was her actual father.
Xin Hailong wore a grim expression, glaring fiercely at Xin Xiaoxiao. He lowered his voice and shouted angrily, "Xin Xiaoxiao!"
"That's the name you gave me, I've been called it for twenty-one years, still not enough?" Xin Xiaoxiao turned and yelled at Xin Hailong.
Then she pretended to inadvertently notice Zhong Qingyang beside Xin Hailong, feigning surprise, "Yo, isn't this Zhong Qingyang? When did you get on such good terms with my dad?"
Just now, Xin Hailong had been holding onto Zhong Qingyang's sleeve as he introduced him to Ji Chicheng and hadn't had a chance to let go.
At this moment, Xin Xiaoxiao glanced at his hand and covered her mouth, sneering, "No wonder this old man hasn't remarried all these years; turns out his sexual orientation changed."
