"Xia Wen, who is the third wheel? Don't you and Ji Shaoyang have a clue in your hearts? This is the first time I've seen someone glorify the mistress's promotion this exquisitely!"
Ji Shaoyang's expression grew even uglier.
Xia Wen was about to speak when Ji Shaoyang stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.
"Shut up!"
"Shaoyang, I..."
"Do you think the commotion today isn't big enough?" Ji Shaoyang asked, lowering his voice.
Xia Wen held back a stomach full of anger and kept silent.
"Pengpeng, I think there must be some misunderstanding here. What kind of person Shaoyang is, I believe everyone knows without me saying. Relationships are inherently complicated. Let's leave the matter to the police; I trust they will investigate and clarify it soon. Let's not argue about things unrelated to the case anymore." Xia Junsheng stepped forward, not wanting the situation to worsen.
