"President Xu, are you leaving? There are still several people waiting for you over there. How about leaving her to me? I will take good care of her."
With Xia Yuan leaning on his shoulder, she drowsily opened her eyes and saw a girl holding onto Xu Kun's arm, feeling very uneasy in her heart. She directly reached out to brush her hand off, dissatisfied, "Who are you, and why are you holding on to him?"
The woman was taken aback, staring at her somewhat domineering demeanor, her hand left hanging in mid-air.
Xu Kun was slightly stunned as well, glancing down at her. The hostility on her face was so obvious it couldn't be more apparent, yet he clearly remembered that Xia Yuan had never had any contact with her before. Where did this hostility come from?
Before he could finish his thoughts, an arm suddenly wrapped around his neck, a faint scent lingering at the tip of his nose. Looking down, Xia Yuan was leaning against his chest, her brows furrowed as if she was unwell.
