Watching Young Master Yu's indifferent silhouette, Xue Murong's expression turned somewhat ugly.
She turned her head toward Ye Zhuoming, "What is their relationship?"
Ye Zhuoming shrugged, "The relationship you saw."
Xue Murong glared at him, "I am just concerned about him."
"Tsk!" Ye Zhuoming frowned, languidly propping his chin and slanting a glance at her, "With all this concern, aren't you afraid your man will get jealous? I remember his temper isn't very pleasant."
A shadow flickered in her eyes, and she flicked her hair, "That's none of your business."
"Of course, I don't want to meddle in your matters," Ye Zhuoming looked at her, "but I want to remind you, have you recently been sending people to investigate the women around Ah Qian?"
Xue Murong crossed her arms, a faint smile tugging at her lips, "It seems the people I hired aren't very competent, huh? You already know about it?"
"If even I know about it, how long do you think you can keep it from Ah Qian?"
