The sound, like it came from hell, exploded in Xia Xiyan's ears.
After helping Mu Zeyu up, Xia Xiyan raised her head and glared at Ou Jue, "Have you caused enough trouble yet?"
Zeyu was clearly acting out of kindness, and now how was she supposed to explain this to him?
Mu Zeyu adjusted his glasses and shook his head, "Xiyan, I'm fine."
Heh. Heh. Heh. Heh.
Ou Jue let out a cold laugh. This woman was treating him like a dead man? He was standing right here, and she still had the audacity to fuss over another man?
Some uncontrollable emotion simmered inside him. A layer of frost covered Ou Jue's handsome face as his dark eyes stared fiercely at Mu Zeyu. He raised his fist, ready to throw another punch. "You think you can call her 'Xiyan'? Say it again if you dare!"
Not even he had called this woman something so intimate, who the hell did this guy think he was?
Xiyan panicked and immediately blocked Mu Zeyu with her body, "No—"
