Yan Ting remained indifferent, as if the words Gu Qianxi just said had no effect on him whatsoever.
"Uh… No, I'm not his woman. You've misunderstood," Banxia hurried to explain.
Yan Ting's gaze swept over her, visibly displeased. Looking at her bright red face, he let out a cold snort: "We've already slept together. If you're not my woman, who do you want to be with instead?"
Banxia: "..." Could this man be any more unbearable?
The previously furious Tong Keke suddenly lit up, her beautiful eyes sparkling with tears and laughter: "Uncle, she really isn't your woman?"
"Of course not!" Gu Qianxi shot her a glare before snapping angrily, "Who told you to wear such a short skirt? And that camisole—go home and change right now!"
"No way, I like dressing like this!" Tong Keke said with a coquettish laugh.
