Yu Zexiao hadn't responded yet, but Mo Siyu laughed, "Yichuan, you can absolutely rest assured about this! Who is our Xingxing anyway? How could she want those unclean women? Even if that woman was a goddess descended to earth, it wouldn't matter—Xingxing would find her dirty, hahaha!"
Hearing Mo Siyu's explanation, Ling Yichuan's expression visibly relaxed. That's right, Yu Xingxing was no ordinary person. If Jian Anning really had something with him, as long as she wasn't a virgin, let alone deceive his feelings, she herself would probably be torn to pieces in a fit of rage by Yu Zexiao!
But then, another question arose—
If, as Jian Anning claimed, her family lived in the Shaughnessy community, the expensive hair clips she wore, and the designer clothes she was dressed in were all bought by herself, then even if she wasn't the daughter of a prestigious family, at the very least, she must be from the upper levels of the middle class, right?
