Li Yating's face turned red, her heartbeat quickened, and she looked up at Xi Muchen with a hint of shyness. She was nervous but hopeful, wishing that the man in front of her would say something to her, even if it was just a greeting.
But she hadn't expected his next words to feel like a bucket of cold water poured over her head.
"Kind? This is the first time I've heard someone describe me like that. I'm only kind to my wife." Xi Muchen wore a smile on his face, but in this context, it was clear he was standing up for Xia Wanwan. And her expectations just moments ago now seemed ridiculous and laughable.
It was that feeling again, like being humiliated, and it was all given to her by Xia Wanwan!
Xia Wanwan, observing the jealousy and anger in Li Yating's eyes, said with a cold smile, in a tone neither too salty nor too bland, "But husband, cousin Yating didn't even ask, it seems like she assumed the dress was a counterfeit."
