If you have money, you can easily take that man away from her side. Six years of affection crumbled so easily in the face of money.
"Miss Xia, why are you in such a hurry to leave?" The woman reached out and grabbed Xia Yan, looking at her provocatively.
Yang Hexuan obviously protected Xia Yan, brushed aside the woman's hand, slightly shielding Xia Yan behind him, and said to Ji Haoyu: "Do I need to repeat what I just said? It's work hours, I don't have time to chat with you people, not everyone has nothing to do like you."
The woman smiled upon hearing this, glanced at the camera hanging around Xia Yan's neck, and said: "Alright, how about taking some pictures? Let's take some photos."
Yang Hexuan immediately laughed: "Appointments are booked until next year, can you wait?"
"It won't take much time. Considering my husband is Miss Xia's ex-boyfriend, can you give us a backdoor favor? What do you say, Miss Xia?"
