Hearing Qiao Jiusheng's words, Wei Xin took a sip of wine. She was not surprised.
"Yes, you're a beauty. You're soaking in Young Master Fang's stunning looks every day. It's not surprising that you would rebel." Wei Xin really did not find it strange. She had already guessed that this day would come; she just didn't expect it to come so soon.
"I don't care who you're dating as long as you're happy." Wei Xin touched Qiao Jiusheng's thigh and seriously said, "I just want to see you happy. I don't care who is the person who gives you happiness."
Qiao Jiusheng shrugged. "You're so mushy. Stop touching my leg!" She slapped Wei Xin's hand away and used the skirt to cover her thigh to show her determination. "My leg belongs to my Yusheng. How can a lecher like you touch it?"
Wei Xin rolled her eyes.
"Who needs it?" She had touched more thighs than Qiao Jiusheng had seen.
In the past, Wei Xin had also lived a carefree and unrestrained life.