In the room.
After Sun Meiqin rushed in and then rushed out again, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became somewhat ambiguous.
Ye Chenfeng still maintained his grip on Xia Zining's wrist. The two of them were looking directly at each other, with Xia Zining's face showing embarrassment tinged with anger. It had taken a lot of resolve for her to make this decision, only to end up having her advantage taken advantage of and being insulted by Ye Chenfeng's words.
"Let go of my wrist," Xia Zining demanded, puffing up with anger.
"What's the matter? You want to play innocent now? Weren't you just throwing yourself at me? Better spit out your purpose in approaching me quickly, or don't blame me for not being gentle," Ye Chenfeng half-squinted as he spoke.
