The man in white smiled gently, "Absolutely. Brother Ye, farewell."
"Take care." Ye Xiao stood on the street, looking at this man who had the same name with him, leaving slowly on the wheelchair. A weird feeling was aroused in his heart again.
Professedly, he was looking at the butt of the man's wife though.
He looked like he wanted to rip off her clothes immediately.
The girl under the white silk was suppressing the hatred inside her heart. She was holding herself not to get back and smash the foppish prick. She stepped forward and pushed the wheelchair.
Finally, they were gone on the next street.
Ye Xiao eventually felt relieved. He felt some cold sweat floating down on his back.
[Who is this man in white?
He had actually brought me such an uncomfortable feeling!]
Ye Xiao couldn't understand.