An Xin saw the malice in Huo Biao's gaze upon her and, learning that he was from the Jiangnan Huos, feared that Fox would clash with them, attracting unnecessary trouble. She quickly tugged on Fox's arm and used her eyes to signal him not to be impulsive.
Fox was a smart man; he knew what An Xin was worried about and begrudgingly retracted his hand.
An Xin held Fox's somewhat rough hand and said with a faint smile, "Fei, I don't quite like the style of this wedding dress. Let's go to another shop, shall we?"
Fox did not respond but nodded reluctantly.
Suddenly, a profound sense of powerlessness surged in his heart.
If it were Wang Hao facing today's incident, what would he have done?
Considering his personality, he surely wouldn't have been as weak as himself, merely knowing to give in constantly.
