The woman in front of her was not yet thirty, only about twenty-seven or twenty-eight. She exuded a feminine charm all her own, with a maturity and allure that she herself did not possess, which was enormously lethal to men.
Could Ye Xiong, that Dumas, resist her temptation?
She was better off not speaking but once she did, Yang Xinyi's suspicions grew that this woman's relationship with Ye Xiong was definitely not simple.
"Looking at you, you don't seem to believe me," Guo Furong asked.
"What your relationship with him is, has nothing to do with me," Yang Xinyi said indifferently, "but I still want to thank you for saving me and my cousin."
"No need to thank me, you'll hate me eventually," Guo Furong said with a smile.
"I said, whatever your relationship with him, it doesn't concern me," Yang Xinyi declared again.
"Really, it doesn't concern you?"
"Of course."
"What if it's an enemy relationship?"
Yang Xinyi was shocked, stood up swiftly, and was about to call for help.
