In the spacious, brightly lit garage, the gazes of three men were fixed on the girl, her face still flushed pink.
Jiang Qingli was still reeling from the provocative words of her two childhood friends when her own Beast Husband and butler caught her sitting on another man's lap, about to force a kiss on him.
An overwhelming wave of embarrassment washed over Jiang Qingli, and she pressed her lips together.
His turquoise eyes narrowed, and he stared at Xie Youchen with disgust.
Yuan Shimo's voice was icy. "Marshal Xie, how much longer do you intend to hold my wife?"
Hearing this, Xie Youchen sneered, his eyes filled with unconcealed mockery, as if questioning Yuan Shimo's right to say such a thing.
Yuan Shimo's brows knitted together.
He instantly understood the implication—
'If Xie Youchen had stopped the Yuan Family when they made the switch, the one standing here now would be my younger brother, Yuan Shiyao, not me.'
