"Ethan Ainsley is mine!"

Sheng Changxiu glanced at Lola Hussey who had come out.

She stood at the doorstep, watching her pull Ethan Ainsley's hand. Was there anger on that face? Or was it jealousy? But Lola, you would give me anything I wanted, wouldn't you? So, if I wanted Ethan, would you give him to me too?

With this thought, Sheng Changxiu slowly curled her lips into a smile, lowered her eyelids, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Ainsley."

After saying this, she let go of Ethan's sleeve.

Actually, it was Ethan who had pulled his hand back first. But with her words, the atmosphere had changed.

Lola Hussey stood at the entrance, her head and heart both feeling a bit swollen. That word was called discomfort. She was not timid; instead, she stepped forward, pushed Ethan behind her, and said to Sheng Changxiu, "Don't try to steal my man!"

"Lola, what a coincidence, you're here too."

Sheng Changxiu seemed to just notice Lola was there, her expression slightly surprised.