Qiao Fei's reaction surprised Chen Ziyang and the others quite a bit.
They had seen opportunistic women before, but none who changed faces so quickly.
As the saying goes, "Even a day's marriage bears a hundred days of grace," yet when Qiao Fei saw Azure Dragon fall, she disassociated herself from him immediately, not showing even a trace of affection—it was truly ruthless!
"Yang Muxue?"
Qiao Fei looked at Yang Muxue, then turned to Chen Ziyang, a flicker of interest in her eyes, "Is this your man?"
Yang Muxue, like a little mother cat guarding her food, clung tightly to Chen Ziyang's waist, declaring her territory, "Qiao Fei, your own man is no good, don't even think about mine!"
Qiao Fei smiled at Chen Ziyang, "Then it depends on whether you can keep your man in line."
Speaking, she stuck out her tongue, licked her delicate lips, and slightly leaned forward, exposing a patch of her snowy chest to Chen Ziyang.
That bottomless cleavage indeed gave her reason to be confident.
