Yan Xinxin looked at the man standing in front of her in surprise, her first instinct was to go inside and close the door.
But just as she turned around to close the door, the door was blocked by this annoying guy.
"The pure school flower Yan Xinxin, oh no, Mrs. Mo."
Xiao Yiran corrected with a roguish air, his wicked gaze wandering up and down Yan Xinxin's body.
"If Mrs. Mo were a part of the socialite circle, I think you would undoubtedly be the top socialite of Ancheng."
He complimented her with an evil smile.
Xiao Yiran was indeed very tempted by Yan Xinxin's beauty, temperament, and this super-standard figure.
Yan Xinxin shot him a disgusted glance, forcefully blocking the door.
"Why are you here?"
"That's a good question."
Xiao Yiran laughed.
"You should know very well that your husband and I are arch-enemies. He sent people to participate in the jewelry design competition, so of course, I'm here to sabotage."
"I think you must be sick and need medication!"
