Xia Wanwan let out a sob and started crying, hugging the man's neck like a child.
"Xi Muchen, you... why did you come so late!"
Ne-yo stood aside, recalling how Xia Wanwan had climbed from the back seat to the driver's seat and how she had threatened him earlier, saying that if something happened to her, Xi Muchen would never let him off.
And now, seeing her snuggling up to the man...
Ne-yo couldn't help but curl his lips. Xia Wanwan was truly impressive.
Xi Muchen gently coaxed the woman in his arms, but he didn't ignore the gaze that landed on Xia Wanwan.
Xi Muchen frowned slightly, showing a displeased expression, while Ne-yo shifted his gaze from Xia Wanwan to Xi Muchen in an instant.
Their eyes met, and the two men—one elegant and calm, the other arrogant and noble—mutually revealed a sense of hostility towards each other.
Xia Wanwan was nestled in the man's embrace when she suddenly heard a scornful laugh.
