The covers were lifted, and Lin Fei was stunned. Staring at Xia Xue, who lay on the bed with tearful eyes, clutching her chest, he was entirely dumbfounded.
"This... this..." Lin Fei was already shell-shocked. He didn't expect things to be like this. When did Xia Xue take off her clothes?
Just then, Xia Jiahe charged in, pushing Lin Fei aside. Lin Fei fell directly to the floor. Xia Jiahe reached over and covered Xia Xue again, angrily saying, "Lin Fei! I didn't expect you to be this kind of person!"
"I really didn't do anything!" Lin Fei said, frowning deeply. This time, he genuinely suspected whether Xia Jiahe and his daughter were conspiring to set him up!
But thinking back, Xia Jiahe had shown no signs at all, nor did he invite him into the room. Everything was his own doing, so it shouldn't be Xia Xue setting him up. Was everything just a coincidence?
Lin Fei found it hard to believe it was coincidental. Everything seemed rehearsed, it was simply unbelievable.
