Xia Ying: ...
She remembered the first time Fan Shaoming had met her, filled with jealousy, she had been so frightened that she quickly made her escape. It wasn't the first or second time that Jiang Yi had been jealous over Xiaoyue.
Xia Ying giggled, lifting and draping her right arm over Jiang Yi's shoulder, still giggling, "When we get home, I'll make you a grand feast of pickled vegetables."
Jiang Yi smiled indulgently, "Whatever you make, I'll eat."
Several cars were driving along the brightly lit streets; in the back seat of one of them, someone was frantically scrolling through photos on their phone. Their face was darker than the night, rage burning fiercely, filling the entire car with anger.
The bodyguard driving the car sensed that their employer was in a foul mood and couldn't help but tense up, unsure what earth-shattering event had occurred to set their usually invincible employer ablaze with fury.
