Xu Jiayang was merely blackmailed once, and he flew into a rage.
Leng Yan gave her a furious glare, "Can you even compare with Xu Jiayang, can you!"
Xia Weibao shrank her neck, "I can't."
Xu Jiayang belonged to him, to be held and slept with at night; she was picked up, naturally, they could not be mentioned in the same breath.
Xia Shi's gaze shifted between Leng Yan and Xu Jiayang a few times. Why did Leng Yan's words sound so odd?
Speaking of which, Xia Weibao was still his employee, the one helping him make money.
While Xu Jiayang was just a friend, not making money for him, so on what basis could they not be compared?
Could there really be an affair?
The moment some scenarios came to mind, Xia Shi's fujoshi soul blazed fervently once more.
The most unfazed was undoubtedly Xu Jiayang.
For him, Wan Ke was no longer a cause for fear.
He didn't even have the interest to glance at the comments on the internet.
