The woman sat on the sofa, completely indifferent to Jing Xiangyang's attitude, and smirked, "What I do seems to have nothing to do with you, Young Master Jing, wouldn't you say...brother-in-law?"
When she said the last two words, the woman raised her eyes, and in those shimmering eyes, there was a light that was both extremely lazy and extremely mocking.
With a "snap," Jing Xiangyang threw the cards in his hand onto the table, walked over to the woman in a few steps, grabbed her, and unceremoniously pulled her out of the private room, leaving the others to stare at each other.
"Husband, what's going on here?" An Ran nudged Mu Xingfeng.
Judging by the relationship between the two, it's definitely not that of a brother-in-law and sister-in-law as she claimed. Mu Xingfeng is a buddy of Jing Xiangyang, so she guessed he might know.
To her surprise, Mu Xingfeng shrugged, "It's obvious, it should be that kid owing a romantic debt."
