Ziana was taken aback.
How familiar was this tone?
How intoxicating was this title!
Besides Boris, who else?
But this was her home, how could she hear his voice?
Ziana looked around suspiciously and soon found the man standing beside them.
He was wearing a casual gray suit and a striped plaid tie. His face was stern as if covered with frost.
His eyes were also fixed on her as if two balls of fire could be spewed out in the next moment.
Ziana was very surprised, "When did you stand there?"
Boris snorted with a smile, "When you're flirting with a man."
"Oh." She didn't feel ashamed at all, "Then what are you doing here?"
"Won't you explain it to me?" Boris asked angrily. He looked at Edison.
Ziana laughed, "It's funny. Why should I explain it to you?"
Boris's jaw tightened a bit, "Who is he?"
Ziana didn't answer, "What are you doing here?"