Xiyan was about to explode with anger—this guy was actually going to hug Qianmo?!
Ou's mother glared at Xiyan furiously, "What else do you want? Miss Xia, haven't you had enough?!"
Because of the incident with the necklace, she was growing increasingly disgusted with Xia Xiyan.
She'd never seen a woman so shameless, refusing to let go even after being exposed.
Thick-skinned, indeed.
Xiyan lifted her small face to look at Ou Jue, her shimmering eyes glowing softly. "Everything I said is true."
So, don't leave.
And don't hug Qianmo...
At that moment, she could clearly sense that Qianmo's feelings toward Ou Jue were definitely not the kind of affection a cousin has for an older brother.
It was the admiration of a girl for a boy!
So, don't hug Qianmo.
I don't want you to hug her.
Xiyan didn't say a word. Her lips were pressed together stubbornly, and her grip on Ou Jue's sleeve unconsciously tightened.
