Looking at Tang Xinrou's actions and the way that An Feiran cherished his clothes, Song Jingwan guessed that the clothes didn't belong to him. Perhaps, they were rented.
Now that Tang Xinrou appeared, her guess had an explanation.
It was really unexpected.
Tang Xinrou actually fell for a man that she didn't want. This made her feel proud and happy.
"No, no, no. Compared to you, there are still some differences. For example..."
Tang Xinrou grabbed An Feiran's tie and kissed him hard on the lips. Then, she lazily leaned into his embrace and threw a provocative look at Song Jingwan.
Her waist was suddenly hugged. Tang Xinrou froze. Taking advantage of the delay in Song Jingwan's reaction, she fiercely glared at An Feiran.
An Feiran's porcelain-white skin was flushed red. He avoided her gaze, not daring to look her in the eyes.
