Cracking…
This was the sound of Xie Jiuhan holding the phone. Even though it was a specially made phone, it was actually deformed by the man's grip. Xie Jiuhan threw the phone on the desk, his face extremely gloomy.
However, Feng Qing's voice still came from the phone. "The head of the Xing family isn't my husband. The head of the Xing family is only my friend. Please don't matchmake me, in case my husband is in a bad mood because he will really be jealous."
Upon hearing this, Xie Jiuhan leaned back in his chair, and his face darkened. Feng Qing clarifying her relationship with the Xing family's head in public made him feel a little gratified. However, there was still a long way to go before he could be happy.
The lights in the office were shining, but the entire 95th floor was like an icehouse. Xie Jiuhan's expression turned even uglier. Feng Qing was his. He did not allow anyone to snatch her away or covet her.
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