When they left the police station, Xi Muchen's expression instantly turned sour. Facing Xi Beiyang, his face still wore a cold look.
"Let's go, home," Xi Muchen said, pulling Xia Wanwan toward the car. Xia Wanwan looked back worriedly at Yao Qin and Xi Beiyang.
Cecile said, "Madam, don't worry, I'll drive the two of them home."
"Aqin, when you get back, talk to Uncle Yao and tell him not to set you up on blind dates so casually," Xia Wanwan instructed, then comfortably followed Xi Muchen away.
The moment she left, Yao Qin's expression changed immediately; she hurled her handbag at Xi Beiyang, exclaiming, "You little brat, what are you doing with nothing better to do? Making a scene at my blind date, huh?"
"Making a scene? If I hadn't come, wouldn't that scumbag have taken advantage of you?" Xi Beiyang retorted discontentedly, "Are you so desperate to get married? Going on blind dates for fun every day?"
