He was beaten by Song Yuchen that day, which made him angry, and he had to find a way to make up for it.

When Xue Huan heard that Shi Yan was Song Yuchen's treasure, he naturally had to prescribe the right remedy. It was better for Shi Yan to whisper in Song Yuchen's ear than for him to be beaten a dozen times.

Xue Huan rubbed his aching waist, his eyes were very painful.

Song Yuchen takes action but never stops.

After the two finished talking, Shi Yan was about to leave when suddenly a figure rushed over and grabbed Xue Huan.

Yun Ying looked at him in shock, "Why are you here? What do you want with her?"

Xue Huan, cigarette dangling from his lips, said nonchalantly, "What's it to you?"

Yun Ying glared at him fiercely, then turned to look at Shi Yan, "He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Shi Yan sniffed and said, "No."

Her eyes were red, but she was just a little scared.

When Yun Ying saw Shi Yan's expression, she immediately understood. She looked at Xue Huan with a cold expression, "Come out and tell me."

"Sister Ying."

"Don't worry about this matter."

Yunying dresses hotly and so does her personality.

She walked outside in ten-centimeter high heels, her eyes fixed on Xue Huan.

Xue Huan followed her nonchalantly, his eyes darting around her twice, "You have good taste in clothes. Do you always wear this to work?"

"What's it to you?"

"I'm your man."

"Just last night."

As soon as Yun Ying finished speaking, Xue Huan's expression changed. "What do you mean?"

The cold wind seemed to be howling in my chest.

"Literally, I have nothing to do with you. I will return the money to you."

"Yun Ying, say it again."

"You can say it a hundred times, I have nothing to do with you."