Qiao Qianmo turned her head to look at Ou Jue.
Only then did she notice that this young man, who had always been indifferent and kept his emotions hidden, was now wearing a faint, barely discernible smile at the corner of his lips.
Sitting there radiating an air of nobility, his deep eyes were locked onto the frozen image of Xia Xiyan's face on the screen.
The overflowing affection—it was like a glass bottle filled to the brim with water, about to spill out at any moment.
For a split second, Qiao Qianmo was so enraged she almost couldn't contain herself; she was on the verge of exploding!
That gaze from Ou Jue, her Ou Jue gege, had not belonged to her even for a single second.
Infuriating!
Xia Xiyan—what gave her the right?
Qiao Qianmo forced herself to smile, "Ou, Ou Jue gege… Xiyan jie's performance was truly amazing."
"Isn't that stating the obvious?" Ou Jue's voice was calm. "I mean, whose wife is she?"
Qiao Qianmo: !!!!!
