Chapitre 162: Chapter 162 Panic, Panic_1

"Who's the scandalous wretch?"

Qiao Xiaon'an turned her head, her gaze fell upon Yuan Yifan's arrogant and willful expression. Even in the glass mirror of the tea room, she could see her arrogance reflected.

An inexplicable flame surged up inside Qiao Xiaon'an.

She silently clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white.

Right at this moment, Yuan Yifan took two steps forward with her coffee, an intentional smirk still plastered on her face.

She stopped in front of Qiao Xiaon'an. "Want to hit me? Come on, didn't you slap me five times yesterday? Are you still holding a grudge? Are you jealous, hateful, or envious because Nantian only takes care of me and no longer protects you?"

Indeed, Yuan Yifan was clear about this.

Even though Chu Nantian was now protecting her, even though he had slapped Qiao Xiaon'an's face yesterday, he still called out Qiao Xiaon'an's name during the night.

In his heart, there wasn't a place for Yuan Yifan.