These hypocritical words make Xin Xiaoxiao feel particularly disgusted; she wants to throw up.
Not wanting to listen to him anymore, she impatiently waves him off, "Alright, before the engagement, you have no right to interfere with my personal freedom. My dad wants you to reform me, but that has to wait until after marriage."
As she spoke, she tightened her hold on Qi Helian's arm.
Zhong Qingyang, unwilling to give up, opened his mouth to say more, but Xin Xiaoxiao hit back with something even more damaging to his male pride, "I love to play around, my dad probably told you that a long time ago. You're not unaware; even he wasn't my first man. You better be prepared mentally."
"You..." Zhong Qingyang grits his teeth, glowering at Xin Xiaoxiao.
No man could tolerate such humiliation.
In the shadows, the onlookers were all amazed by Xin Xiaoxiao's behavior.
"I finally got to witness Xin Xiaoxiao's prowess."
