"Mrs. Fu, speaking so poorly of your husband every day outside, he might not be able to stand it."
A deep, magnetic voice spoke, and both Jiang Mian and Xia Sheng looked over.
"Husband~"
Without hesitation, Jiang Mian stepped forward and looped her arm through Fu Sichen's, her voice clear and gentle, devoid of the arrogant pride from moments before.
When Xia Sheng saw the approaching man, her expression turned ugly.
When had he arrived, and how much had he heard, how much had he seen?
She stuttered twice, "Sichen... I..."
"Miss Xia, please have some self-respect."
"I..."
Fu Sichen drew Jiang Mian into his embrace, "If you want to keep your son safe, don't touch what you shouldn't. This is the last warning."
His words were cool with a hint of coldness, leaving Xia Sheng feeling as destitute as if she had been fished out of water.
She really couldn't hide anything from him.
