Seeing the man who called her name, Yan Xinxin instantly felt nauseous and wanted to throw up.
She wondered if the baby in her stomach was protesting too.
"Honey, do you know this little b*tch?"
The woman with red lips exclaimed in surprise, but her hands held tightly onto Xiao Yiran's arm.
Xiao Yiran frowned upon hearing this.
"Are you tired of living? How dare you call her a little b*tch?"
He responded coldly with dissatisfaction, suddenly shaking off the red-lipped woman's octopus-like hands.
"Ah!"
The woman cried out, and due to wearing high heels, she staggered backward and bumped into the table when Xiao Yiran tossed her aside.
"Ouch!"
She held her waist in pain, whining coquettishly.
"Young Master Xiao! You hurt me!"
"Whether you live or die has nothing to do with me!"
"..."
The red-lipped woman was dumbfounded. Xiao Yiran hadn't acted like this when they were in bed!
Yet she watched as Xiao Yiran curved his lips into a smile and walked toward Yan Xinxin.
