Chi Xiu's expression changed. Frowning, he looked at her. "What do you mean?"
Xu Ruolan placed her hand on Chi Xiu's arm and tentatively tugged it to the side, but she could not move it no matter what. She could only continue looking at Chi Xiu with a mournful face.
"I mean, if you mind Sister Wu Yang being around other men, then you should do it yourself. You only need to put on an act in front of my brother..."
Chi Xiu froze at her words, loosening his grip slightly. He turned to look at Xue Wuyang beside him, only to find her wearing an innocent expression. Her beautiful mismatched eyes flickered, as though she were utterly blameless.
"What are you talking about..."
Chi Xiu's lips twitched.
Xu Ruolan cautiously tugged at Chi Xiu's hand again. This time, she finally managed to pull it away. As if reborn, she rubbed her neck, took several deep breaths, then quickly shrank off to the side and watched Chi Xiu warily.
"Aren't you two very close... You can at least put on an act, right? It's fake anyway."
Chi Xiu hesitated. He turned to Xue Wuyang and asked, "What do you think?"
"I don't mind."
Xue Wuyang stared at Chi Xiu with wide eyes, several strange emotions flashing across her face.
Yes, not only did she not mind—Chi Xiu could even see a trace of secret delight on her face.
What was there to be happy about? Had this girl's thoughts gone completely off the rails?
Chi Xiu scratched his head. "I don't object, but how are we supposed to act?"
"Dad, with all your experience, you're actually asking a question like that? I look down on you."
Xue Wuyang raised her middle finger at Chi Xiu.
"Take a look at what