Xia Wanwan's yelp resulted in Xi Muchen landing a not-too-light, not-too-heavy slap on her little bottom.
"Tempting me, hmm?" The man teased with a light bite on her earlobe, "It seems you have no intention of practicing dance anymore?"
Who's tempting whom? This man is completely distorting the facts; it's not like he doesn't know how sensually he applied the medicine.
Xia Wanwan glared at the man with dissatisfaction.
Seeing Xia Wanwan's expression, the smile at the corner of Xi Muchen's lips deepened. He then stood up and walked towards the sofa.
Xia Wanwan watched the man, and when he returned, he was holding a file folder in his hands. Xi Muchen then handed over what Cecile had sent to Xia Wanwan.
"This is..." Although somewhat puzzled, Xia Wanwan still had an inkling of what it was when she took it.
Sure enough, when she opened the folder, it was filled with evidence of the things Lin Siyan had done back then.
