She had just granted her consent when Mu Qianxun called.
Before she could finish her phone conversation, he snatched her phone away and kissed her without warning.
"You…" Upon hearing Yan Xia state indifferently whom she liked was none of his business, Yu Han was infuriated beyond measure but had no grounds to refute.
Indeed, they had no relationship, except for spending one night together.
However, he didn't know what that night meant to her.
Yu Han's silence was seen as an entirely different meaning in the eyes of Yan Xia.
A chill ran down Yan Xia's spine and she struggled to push him aside.
A bit disheveled, Yan Xia adjusted her clothes, grabbed her bag, opened the car door, and made to get out.
"Yan Xia!" Yu Han reached out to grab her, his expression full of turmoil as he looked at her.
"Spit it out if you have something to say, let it rip if you have to fart!" Yan Xia retorted angrily.
What on earth did he consider her to be, kissing her without a word of explanation?
