Melanie, with Fu Yanhe in tow, found Wesley lounging by the pool in the backyard surrounded by beauties, flirting with them.
Standing at a distance, Melanie tensed her body and pointed toward Wesley, "Fu, that man there is my brother."
She stiffened her neck, slightly tilting her head towards him, "I've brought you to him, can I go now?"
Fu Yanhe's expression was stern as he lifted his hand, making a gesture to release her.
Yi Fang, who had been holding a wooden gun to her head, grinned sheepishly and retracted it, "Sorry, Princess Haman, it was urgent, my apologies."
Melanie felt both stifled and humiliated, yet she dared not show any emotion on her face, only managing a smile uglier than crying.
"I understand."
Fu Yanhe didn't bother with her anymore, leading Yi Fang to Wesley's front.
As Wesley was pucker up, receiving kisses from a beauty, a tall and handsome young man suddenly stood in front of him.
