Xia Yourong's mouth convulsively closed.
The friend Xia Ye brought home for dinner was Uncle Jiang?
By comparison, she'd prefer to face Zhou Yao and Tang Tianjiao's countenances!
Xia Ye, who had a habit of not looking where he was going, stumbled over the new shoes Xia Yourong had deliberately placed in a conspicuous spot to show off as he entered the house.
She had good reflexes and wouldn't really have fallen, but the people around her tensed for a moment.
Jiang Xuan quickly reached out to grab her wrist.
But before he could touch her, another hand suddenly intervened between them.
Xia Xing, with his world championship-level hand speed, quickly embraced his sister first, stepped forward and nonchalantly squeezed Jiang Xuan aside as if nothing had happened, cooing to Xia Ye, "Be careful, falling could be very dangerous, right?"
After a few seconds as if he had just noticed Jiang Xuan, he said with a smile that was quite hostile, "President Jiang is here too? Please come in."