The slender fingers wrapped around Jiang Qingli's waist tightened abruptly.
The silver-haired young man's eyes narrowed dangerously. He stared at the girl in his arms and asked, word by word, "You gave him the weekend?"
Though his brows were furrowed and his tone was accusatory, his eyes couldn't hide the hurt within.
He was like a big dog on a leash, waiting and waiting to be taken for a walk, only to find out its owner was going to walk another dog instead.
When she nodded, Qin Muye's heart instantly sank.
The weekend before was Yuan Shimo, yesterday was Gu Nian, and today is Baili Jing…
'One by one, they're all getting a turn. When will it finally be mine?'
The Prince, who had always been given top priority in every situation, suddenly felt a strong sense of defeat.
'Forget about that sly fox, Baili Jing. He's on good terms with the Jiang Family, so there's some history there. I can grudgingly accept him going before me.'
