Luo Mingchuan was very displeased with Wang Siming speaking to him in that tone,
but what's he supposed to do?
This Wang Siming is an entrepreneur from M Country, a wealthy Chinese immigrant.
This rich lady is his benefactor after all.
Luo Mingchuan promptly flattered, "I wouldn't dare."
"Hmph." Wang Siming raised her chin, "Even though you're handsome and it's normal for other women to be fixated on you, don't forget, you're mine now!"
"Look at how you say that." Luo Mingchuan teasingly touched Wang Siming's back, "You know clearly that my eyes are only for you."
Wang Siming felt a lot better after being coaxed, and didn't fuss about it.
Meanwhile.
Xiyan gave a sideways glance in the direction Luo Mingchuan and that old woman left.
A clear voice sounded, "What are you looking at?"
Ou Jue had returned.
Xiyan quickly clung to Ou Jue's arm, seriously gazing at him for a while, considering it as eye-cleaning.
