Just as Hang Qingqing was trying to get up to coyly introduce herself to Ye Che,
Ye Che hardly glanced at her from the corner of his eye, striding past her to stand directly beside Xia Weiyi.
Xia Weiyi scratched her head, her expression of wanting to explode in rage just moments ago subsided into a somewhat aggrieved look when she saw Ye Che walking over, tinted with a touch of guilt and nervousness.
Damn it—I've been caught red-handed—someone's in trouble now!
"Ye—" Just as Xia Weiyi uttered a single syllable, she was shouted down by Ye Che: "Shut up!"
She knew it, she was doomed—her acting job was surely going down the drain!
Ye Che's face darkened as he pinched her chin, examining her from left to right.
Seeing the faint finger marks on her fair cheek and the chaotic tea stains all over it, he felt an urge to kill.
"Huoda, she's in your hands!" Ye Che said coldly, pointing to Hang Qingqing by his side.
