Qu Qingge awkwardly tugged at the corner of her mouth. She had heard about Ye Che from Wen Qiyang before, yet why did they immediately try to reveal each other's shortcomings upon meeting?
She glanced over at Wen Qiyang again to see his face had turned stormy, but his breath was still even; he wasn't truly angry.
As for Ye Che, like a calves unafraid of tigers, the more unpleasant Wen Qiyang's face became, the more smug Ye Che got.
However, Xia Weiyi didn't understand the ******** between these two men and was so scared that her heart was thumping wildly. She lowered her head and nuzzled into Ye Che's chest, blinking innocently with her soft voice she called out, "Ye Che..."
Ye Che hummed in response and looked down at the little woman in his arms. That glance almost made him jump.
Xia Weiyi was naturally delicate, but now she looked pitiful, with pouting lips and misty eyes, and she called out weakly in his arms.
