Xia Wanwan bade farewell to Yang Lele, but the moment she stepped out of the lounge's main door, she was enveloped in an embrace.
The man confined her between himself and the wall, looking down at her: "Unhappy, hmm?"
"Hmm?" Xia Wanwan was momentarily stunned. Somewhat puzzled, she looked at Xi Muchen: "Unhappy? Not at all… Why do you ask?"
Did she seem unhappy?
"That's good then." The man smiled, rubbing her head, and said with a laugh: "Don't listen to that woman's nonsense, my wife danced beautifully."
"Pfft…" Xia Wanwan couldn't help but laugh out loud. So, he had come here, looking so tenderly concerned, because he thought she was upset by He Cancan's words? Afraid that she was sad?
Although she hadn't been hurt, the man's thoughtfulness warmed her heart.
Xia Wanwan took the initiative to wrap her arms around the man's neck, tilting her head up at him with a charmingly cute expression: "Which woman? Are you talking about my goddess, hmm?"
