Her own fiancé was now being seduced by someone else, yet she could remain indifferent, almost as if she were watching a joke unfold.
"Hmm."
Ji Yang spoke indifferently. Although his tone remained gentle, his words carried a sense of detachment.
Without any significant emotional fluctuation, he treated Xia Feifei in front of him as if she were a stranger.
Xia Xiaochong almost couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sight.
Uncle Ji Yang didn't disappoint her at all.
...
Xia Feifei grumbled to herself, her makeup exquisite, her figure so much better than Xia Xiaochong's washboard physique—it was simply impeccable.
But this Ji Yang, he didn't even spare her a glance...
Xia Feifei felt annoyed, yet still tried her best to control her facial expressions to appear unfazed.
"Then... Mr. Ji, Chongchong, uncle, auntie, we'll be leaving now," Feifei said.
"All right."
Yang Wen and Xia Yu exchanged glances, feeling upset.
