Feng Tianqi looked up and saw that it was Yin Shaojie. Displeased, he raised his eyebrows and said, " I'm asking Xiaoxiao, not you. How do you know if she's free? "
Yin Shaojie laughed as if Feng Tianqi had just made a ridiculous joke.
"She's my woman. I have the final say whether she's free or not! If I say she's not free, she's not free. Do you have any objections?"
He wrapped his arms around mu Xiaoxiao's chest and pulled her into his embrace, letting her lean against him.
Meeting Yin Shaojie's domineering gaze, Feng Tianqi got angry.
"She's not a three-year-old child, how can you have the final say? Doesn't she have the right to speak?"
"She didn't." Yin Shaojie immediately choked back.
Mu Xiaoxiao just smiled and didn't say anything, letting Yin Shaojie say whatever he wanted.
Perhaps to outsiders, Yin Shaojie had the upper hand, but in private, Yin Shaojie was more accommodating to her.