Xiao Boyang stared at Ye Xunhuan, who was holding Tang Yurou in his arms, and he could swear he had never seen him before!
Yet, anyone capable of pulling Tang Yurou close like this was certainly no ordinary figure.
In Beijing, there were countless men pursuing Tang Yurou—some were playboys, true, but among them were also some remarkable ones!
Still, none of them had managed to sweep Tang Yurou off her feet. And now, seeing her sitting on Ye Xunhuan's lap, looking so affectionate, it painted a clear picture of what was happening!
A young master from the southern provinces, maybe?
Upon hearing Xiao Boyang's words, Fu Xinyue slowly calmed herself down, realizing she had nearly fallen into Ye Xunhuan's trap and started a fight with Sheng Wentao.
So she shifted her gaze to Ye Xunhuan.
"I'm just a small fry, not worth mentioning!" Ye Xunhuan said with a calm and indifferent face. "But everything I say is the truth. You can ask others here—they all heard it!"
