Guilt

Xiao Jing: "… Fu*k you! Does that make any difference? Does it make any difference?!"

Tang Xi couldn't help laughing when she heard Xiao Jing's growl. Qiao Liang was just teasing him.

However, Qiao Liang didn't feel guilty at all. He glanced at Tang Xi, intimately touched the tip of her nose and then replied to Xiao Jing, "There is a difference." If Xiao Rou was not Tang Xi, he would not even look at Xiao Rou, no matter how beautiful she was.

Tang Xi held her chin in one hand, while her other hand was held by Qiao Liang. With a satisfied smile on her face, she said, "Stop it. I'm hungry. I'll have to go home after the meal."

Upon hearing that she was going home after the meal, Qiao Liang frowned. Tang Xi was going to explain to him why when her cell phone rang. She looked at the caller ID, showed her cell phone to Qiao Liang and then answered the phone. "Mom."