Once outside, Si Yuhuan grabbed Jian Xi's arm. "What the hell are you doing?"
She didn't know if it was her acting flaring up or a burst of genuine emotion, but Jian Xi was on the verge of pointing at his nose and cursing, "Si Yuhuan, am I the one going crazy, or are you blind and deaf? You flirt with me, yet you rush over here because of one phone call from her. You're so used to keeping two women on the line—aren't you afraid you'll capsize and drown in a ditch!"
"Do you love Jiang Qimeng so much that you'll forgive her for anything? In that case, why don't you just go in and keep her company!"
"I was about to go in, but you stopped me."
Jian Xi was speechless. She glared at him, pointing to herself. "I... I...?" She couldn't utter another word for a long time.
"Si Yuhuan, you're shameless! Go on, go to her!"
She was honestly about to explode with anger.
