No One Is Qualified to Pick My Toy Up Unless I've Finished Playing with It

The man moaned in pain and subconsciously let go of Fu Ya.

"Sir, sorry, are you alright?"

Lin Wanwan forced herself between the man and Fu Ya. Fu Ya retreated, and Si Han's arm caught her slender waist.

"Ms. Fu Ya…"

Lin Wanwan blocked the young man's gaze and smiled. "Why don't I accompany you for a dance?"

The young man couldn't bear to let Fu Ya, the little vixen, go. However, upon thinking about Lin Wanwan's relationship with the Ruan family, he nodded happily.

Lin Wanwan placed her hand on his.

On the other end, Fu Ya and Si Han danced intimately.

"Is the big manager jealous?"

Looking into Fu Ya''s charming and mocking gaze, Si Han said in a calm tone, "You have overestimated yourself. However, I do have OCD. I don't like to share things with someone else."

Things?

She, Fu Ya, was a thing?