When li beixiao walked in, Feng Yan deliberately raised his arm and shook it, so that li beixiao could see his hand holding ye qingge's.
Li beixiao's cold face suddenly became a few degrees colder.
"Li beixiao, don't misunderstand. I was forced to do it!" Ye qingge felt that she would be played to death by these two men sooner or later.
"Big brother!" He glanced at ye qingge coldly, then sat down beside her and grabbed her other wrist.
He wanted to pull ye qingge's body to his side, but Feng Yan was also exerting force. Ye qingge was like a doll being pulled, about to be torn apart.
In Huo zhongrao's eyes, li beixiao had always been a person with a sense of propriety. However, his childish behavior at this time made him slightly surprised and somewhat relieved.
He had investigated this ye qingge before. No wonder Mumu liked her. She had a unique temperament, quiet and indifferent, and a little charming. He could tell that she had a temper.
