Xia Wanwan was held in the man's arms, and all the previous thoughts disappeared. Whenever Xi Muchen was by her side, she always felt exceptionally at ease.
"Mrs. Xi, there are a lot of people around." The man's chuckling voice sounded from behind. Seeing her not speaking, Xi Muchen simply said, "If you keep ignoring me, in this situation, it would really be quite embarrassing."
Xi Muchen's words made Xia Wanwan laugh softly, "Who's angry? I just don't want to talk. Young Master Xi, after causing such a big commotion, are you afraid of losing face?"
"Of course," Xi Muchen said, "But I think my wife wouldn't bear to let me lose face."
With that, he turned Xia Wanwan's body to face him.
Xia Wanwan smiled and wrapped her arms around the man's neck, leaning lazily against him, "It's not that I'm afraid you'll lose face, I'm afraid I'll seem too unreasonable and get criticized."
"So you're not angry?"
Xia Wanwan shook her head, pouting, "Who's angry? I'm not that petty."
