As soon as she got off the bus, she saw Mu Xingfeng pulling that girl into the teahouse. She had known Mu Xingfeng for so long and had never known that he would treat someone, especially a woman, in such a manner.
He casually held the girl's waist, but in a way that indicated complete possession, and the hint of softness in his gaze at the girl, along with the slight curve of his lips, were things she had never seen in this man before.
Wang Xia couldn't help but clench her fists. Just wait, wait a little longer; everything was going to change. He could only ever be Rong's dad.
"Chenggang, you go back first. I'll pick up Rong and take him home," Wang Xia said to Jia Chenggang as they reached the kindergarten.
