"Little Wolfie, if you're jealous, just say it. There's no shame in that," Li Mochan said with a sidelong glance at the girl's crimson ear tips, a deep chuckle filling his chest.
Some things are tolerable, and some are not.
Ye Jiuliang's face darkened, and she was about to make a move when her phone suddenly rang in her pocket.
She wriggled out of Li Mochan's grasp and took out her phone. The caller ID brought a sly smile to her eyes.
Now she wanted to see who would be jealous.
Right in front of him, she answered the call with a soft and sweet voice, "Aqian."
In an instant, Li Mochan's expression became unreadable.
It was Ji Mingqian again.
"Ye Jiuliang, what's gotten into you?" Ji Mingqian was startled by her uncharacteristically tender voice on the other end of the line.
When she spoke to him in that tone, it definitely meant no good.
With a faint smile playing on her lips, Ye Jiuliang continued, "Visiting the set, of course..."
