Si Yuhuan was targeted.
Jian Xi thought he would angrily slam the door and leave.
Unexpectedly, he slowly sipped his coffee. "It's not like old feelings are unresolved, but other men better not even think about touching my woman. Does Mr. Zhang have no memory? I've warned you!"
"What does Director Si want?" Hilda couldn't help but clench his fists, his tall frame tensing. His blue eyes, like glass beads, shot out flames of anger, and the sexy chest hair exposed by his unbuttoned shirt formed a masculine arc bursting with hormones against his heaving chest.
His protectiveness towards Zhang Yaxuan made the atmosphere even more bizarre.
Jian Xi had no choice but to give Zhang Yaxuan a look. He coughed. "Director Si, if you want to snatch someone away, that's fine. Fair competition is all we need. But Xixi and I are planning to get our marriage certificate right after the art exhibition. Before then, you'll have to step up your game."
