Jian Xi peered through the crack of the door and saw the two men standing at the entrance, confronting each other.
She feared someone would get killed.
If this made the front page headlines tomorrow, it wouldn't be about Si Yuhuan, but her, Jian Xi.
She had carried the notoriety of a femme fatale for long enough!
She didn't want to be involved with either of these two men anymore.
With no other choice, she dialed Zhang Yaxuan's number.
"Alright! You're my fiancée, and it's my duty to help if you're in trouble," Zhang Yaxuan agreed readily.
Jian Xi hadn't expected that; for someone who appeared so straightforward, even a bit dull, he could be quite astute in some respects.
Soon, she realized she had been mistaken.
