The store manager's face slightly dropped, eyeing the little girl, and sneered, "Even if her backer is Mr. Wei, so what? Isn't she still under my control now?!"
Others echoed with schadenfreude, grinning, but their gaze toward Yunxi held a trace of envy and jealousy, with a touch less disdain.
Wei Xiang was dressed in a white suit, not a crease in sight. Yunxi wore a light blue gown of gauze. The two swayed in the dance floor, in the eyes of outsiders, they were praised as a match made in Heaven.
A talented man and a beautiful woman, a match made in Heaven.
Wei Xiang's hand rested on Yunxi's waist, Yunxi instinctively tried to evade, but he forced her into his embrace.
Yunxi raised her eyes and glared at him, "What mischief are you up to?"
She was slightly angry.
Wei Xiang raised a teasing eyebrow, the corner of his mouth curled into a more devilish smirk, and he said, "What mischief could I be up to when dancing with a beautiful lady is indeed my honor?"
