"Because she likes younger men! Are you satisfied with that answer?" Qin Fan taunted Qiao Xiyuan with a wicked smirk.
As he spoke, he slid his hand back onto Ye Xuan's slender waist.
"Xuan, is this philanderer really your choice? Is this what you call good taste?" Qiao Xiyuan hissed, his face ashen and frigid now that Ye Congjun and Ye Jizu had left. He could barely contain his surging rage. As for Qin Fan, he didn't even bother to look at him, viewing him with complete disdain.
"So what if he's my choice? So what if this is my taste? As long as I like him, what does it matter if thousands of people stand in my way? Xiyuan, don't make things between us any more awkward than they have to be! And don't tarnish your image in my heart! Let's just leave it at that. We can still be friends when we meet again."
