Xia Zhengxiong's hand secretly clenched into a fist, cold sweat unconsciously seeping from his forehead.
The guarantee contract.
Indeed... he had signed such a guarantee contract with Mr. Xia in the past.
How could Xia Xiyan know about it in such detail?
Seeing Xiyan remain silent, Yang Shurong was exceedingly pleased with herself. "What's the matter? Asking you to produce evidence has left you speechless, hasn't it? Weren't you acting so bold just now?"
Xia Shiyi supported her mother as she observed Xiyan's slightly pursed red lips, her heart filled with Schadenfreude.
She turned her head to look at Ou Jue. "Young Master Ou, you saw that, didn't you? Xia Xiyan is utterly full of nonsense. She's always been incredibly cunning. Girls like her love to pretend to be pitiful and say some lies to win sympathy. You mustn't let her deceive you!"
