"..." Xia Qingqian's jaw was pinched painfully by Beitang Yao, she dared not utter a word, only widened her eyes, staring straight at the furious Beitang Yao.
She didn't understand why Beitang Yao showed such a lost composure, this wasn't the proud and aloof Young Master she had known...
And her hands, clasped behind her back, couldn't help but feel sore, the magazine hidden within fell to the ground with a smack.
Beitang Yao heard the sound, stepped past her body, his gaze fell to the ground. Seeing the magazine lying there, his face darkened, the strength in his hands growing.
Pain shocked her into a cry, yet he still looked at her unsatisfied and asked, "Why are you hiding Nancy's magazine?"
This time, she sensed it—a strong sour jealousy emanating from the Young Master's body.
It made her heart skip a beat.
Could it be, in the Young Master's eyes, he would even be jealous over a plaything?
"...Young Master..." Her eyes tingled with acidity.
