Wang Xiaohao's lecherous gaze shifted from her face to her chest, then upwards.
As Yan Xixi strode off, he immediately moved to block her path, a malicious smile on his face. "Miss Yan, let's have a nice chat."
"I have nothing to say to you."
"Really? Miss Yan, I hold quite a few of your secrets. If you don't want your dashing fiancé to discover them, you'd better stay and keep me company..."
Yan Xixi finally stopped, looking curiously at this fat man. It wasn't because she worried about what could be divulged to Huang Xiaojue; rather, she was curious about the confidence in the fat man's voice, as if he actually held some earth-shattering secret.
A large bonsai tree conveniently hid the two from view.
She took a step closer.
Wang Xiaohao thought she was genuinely intimidated, his face immediately lighting up with joy. "Miss Yan, we can talk over here... over here..."
