Xiya was pleased that Michelle cared about her, but whenever she thought of Xia Weiyi, she would furrow her brows irritably.
Looking at Michelle, she didn't intend to hide anything: "Ye Che seems to have noticed something, he's protecting Xia Weiyi very well. I still haven't found a chance to approach her."
"Hmph, it's just your incompetence, making excuses." Orisha sneered contemptuously.
Xiya crossed her arms and looked at her with interest: "Judging by Miss Orisha's tone, it seems you've already thought of a way to approach them?"
Xiya wasn't buying it. She was Chinese, the same hometown as Xia Weiyi, and somewhat familiar with Ye Che, yet hadn't been able to leverage her unique identity to get close to them. What chance did Orisha have?
Orisha had no intention of responding to Xiya, instead, she twisted her hips and walked over to Michelle to stand beside him, her slender wrist trying to rest on his shoulder.
