"You came, why so slow?"
Zhu Ting looked at Ye Xiao with a face full of resentment, complaining that she was too slow, his gaze was like that of a resentful wife.
The elders exchanged glances, feeling that Zhu Ting's gaze at the young lady was strange, not like someone courting death, but more like someone flirting.
"I'm sorry, I'm late and made you wait long."
Ye Xiao smiled sweetly, her eyes were impossibly clear, yet her hands were already clenched into fists.
The next second, she swung a punch at Zhu Ting's face, but he tilted his head to dodge.
"You said you liked my face. What if it gets ruined and doesn't look good?"
Zhu Ting touched his own face. He wasn't concerned about it, but because she liked it, he cared.
The elders immediately showed a peculiar expression, realizing that the young lady had a thing with Zhu Ting behind the Qiao Family's back.
"Who hurt the people from the Ye family, did you do it?"
Ye Xiao withdrew her fist and sat on a chair nearby.
