Xing Chen continued walking silently, with his hands stylishly tucked in the pockets of his trousers, a composed expression on his face.
Yet, the faint smile in his deep eyes could not be concealed.
Her arm was gently swaying, and the girl's voice was soft and sweet.
Such coquettishness, how many men could possibly resist it?
Ran Xiangsi, seeing him so silent, continued to coax him persistently, "Mr. Xing? Brother Xing? Come on, is it true?"
...
The two of them walked forward smiling, oblivious to the fact that Fu Jingxuan, who was supposed to have left a long time ago, suddenly emerged from behind a car.
From a distance, he watched Ran Xiangsi and Xing Chen walk away together.
His handsome jaw tightened abruptly, and his large hand clenched into a fist.
In the amber depths of his eyes, there was intense jealousy and unwillingness.
He once thought that it was enough just to watch her from afar.
