"Xiangyang..."
Mu Lingqian knew he had truly hurt Wen Xiangyang—her feet were bleeding.
This woman...
Mu Lingqian then lifted Wen Xiangyang horizontally into his embrace. This fool even threatened to jump off a building—to think if he hadn't seen the message, would she really have done it?
And this man—if he wasn't mistaken, this was the man who had taken Xiangyang home last time.
Why was this man here, taking the opportunity to make advances on Xiangyang?
Xiao Kou braced himself as Mu Lingqian's icy gaze swept over him. After so many years, it was not easy to find another man who could ignite his competitive spirit.
"Xiao Kou." Xiao Kou took the initiative to extend his hand to Mu Lingqian.
Mu Lingqian, however, did not offer his hand. Instead, holding Wen Xiangyang in his arms, he eyed Xiao Kou indifferently and said, "Mu Lingqian."