Just a second ago, Xia Wanwan had a displeased expression, but the next second, when Xi Muchen, the young master, learned the truth, his face completely turned cold. Xia Wanwan had no choice but to wrap her arms around the man's neck and hook him, mimicking his earlier behavior, and she kissed his face: "The phone number wasn't given to him by me; he got it himself from somewhere. Young Master Xi, are you jealous? Didn't you say you don't get jealous?"
Xia Wanwan had intended to just give him a peck and then let go, but the man directly wrapped his arm around her waist and confined her in his embrace.
"That's what I say to others, but it's different for Mrs. Xi. Moreover..." Xi Muchen was pressing his forehead against hers as he spoke, "The trending topics on Weibo are all about me being jealous, the vast majority of netizens also say I'm jealous, so I am jealous."
Xia Wanwan pursed her lips, saying, "So when did you start listening to the vast majority of netizens."
