Xia Qingqian dodged, evading Monica's hand as she felt Monica's hand lightly move to her waist... caressing...
"Thank you, Miss Monica, I'm also quite satisfied with your skills." Xia Qingqian's face was full of black lines, but her heart was tense. She just wanted to leave here immediately.
"Hehe." Monica paused, looking at Xia Qingqian, who evaded her. "Qing Qian, may I call you that?" Monica looked at her handiwork, feeling more and more infatuated, her heart itching.
Xia Qingqian nodded lightly, then looked at Ye Feng, "Ye Feng, when are we leaving?"
"Qing Qian, you're welcome anytime. Here's my card. If you need anything, you can reach out, I'm at your service 24/7." Monica handed Xia Qingqian a business card, smiling broadly.
"Monica, do you want me to expose your nature?" Du Ziheng stepped between Monica and Xia Qingqian, shielding Xia Qingqian behind him. "You can like whoever you want, but you can't touch her."
