Yan Jiu curled his lips, his gaze sliding down from Xie Qinghuan's small face to her chest, and said unhurriedly, "So fierce (full)!"
Admittedly, the woman in front of him had a truly good figure.
Especially her chest shape, even through the thick coat, it wasn't difficult to judge it as a perfect hemisphere, appropriately sized, just right.
Xie Qinghuan frowned, feeling as though she was being teased.
Before she could speak, a calm voice sounded beside her, "Qiao Mo is in there, right? I want to see her."
Jiang Jinghao's gaze landed on Qin Zhaoran and Yan Jiu, the two hands hanging by his sides were clenched tightly, the seemingly calm voice hiding an undercurrent of unrest.
Yan Yiheng mocked, "Who do you think you are? Say meet, then meet?"
"Get out of the way!" Jiang Jinghao had faint veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes carrying a trace of anger.
