Zhang Xiaoyan seemed completely oblivious to Li Qiang's seething rage, nonchalantly raising her eyebrows at him, before slipping off her shoes and using her fair little feet to rub against Lin Xi's calves under the table.
Li Qiang frowned at Zhang Xiaoyan's provocative demeanor, and when he looked down, he saw a scene that made his blood boil.
The pale little feet traced back and forth on those snowy-white legs, a combination that would certainly invite fantasies. But all Li Qiang felt was a proverbial green hat on his head.
Given that they were in Liu Fang's house, he couldn't do jack shit to Zhang Xiaoyan, so he could only glare at her ferociously.
It had to be said, Liu Fang's cooking skills were top-notch, and the bit of discomfort in Lin Xi's heart dissipated with the delicious food. She didn't even notice the silent standoff between Zhang Xiaoyan and Li Qiang.