Xia Xing suddenly pulled Xia Ye back behind himself, like a hen protecting her chick, "Mr. Jiang, please mind your boundaries."
Jiang Xuan gave him a faint glance but said nothing.
Xia Ye reminded in a low voice, "We're just trying to make your ex-girlfriend jealous on purpose, it's not real."
Although Xia Xing knew they were acting, and it must have been his sister who first suggested asking Mr. Jiang to play along, Mr. Jiang's last move, no matter how you looked at it, seemed a bit too much, didn't it?
He was holding the waist of his beloved sister, his gaze intense and undisguised.
Xia Xing was also a man; he understood what that kind of look meant.
While the three of them were facing off here, over there, Jian Manman was still lying in the artificial flower bed, her heart in turmoil, looking pitiful.
Xia Xing had bumped her away, and what's more, he didn't even check on her!
This would have been absolutely impossible in the past.