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Chapter 641

As one of the insiders, Xia Chuwei also knew a thing or two about what happened to Xia Chuwei and Yun Zhao back then.

After hearing Xia Wantang's words, Huo Yunting also looked over.

When he saw Yun Zhao, his eyes darkened, and his black eyes revealed a bit of sinisterness.

Yun Zhao.

The seats arranged by Yun Zhao were even further forward than Huo Yunting and Xia Wantang.

As soon as he took his seat, Yun Zhao felt a chilly air.

Yun Zhao frowned and looked over subconsciously.

When he saw Huo Yunting sitting in the row behind him, he was immediately frightened out of his mind.

"Holy shit!" The noble young master, who had always been handsome and elegant, couldn't help but jump up and yelled, "Why is it that guy!?"

Xia Chuwei said in surprise: "Senior, what's wrong?"

Yun Zhao rubbed his eyes, pointed at the man in the back row, and stuttered.

"Huo, Huo, Huo..."

Xia Chuwei and Yun Zhao talked about many things in the past and temporarily forgot about Huo Yunting.

Following Yun Zhao's gaze, Xia Chuwei remembered what happened to Huo Yunting.

"Why is Huo Yunting here?!"

"Sorry, I forgot to tell senior that Huo Yunting is also here..." Xia Chuwei looked at Yun Zhao's panic expression and asked softly: "Senior, do you and Huo Yunting... have anything to do with each other?

"

What's the holiday?

That's not a holiday at all, it's simply irreconcilable!

Yun Zhao didn't want Huo Yunting to worry about him anymore, so he coughed dryly.

"Ahahaha, I suddenly remembered that my cat hasn't been fed yet, and you guys are watching here... I'm going back to feed the cat first!"

Before Xia Chuwei and Luo Xi could react, Yun Zhao left like a storm, leaving only Xia Chuwei and Luo Xi looking at each other.

Xia Chuwei glanced at Huo Yunting. The man's expression was gloomy and there was no sign of any mood swings.

The concert started soon, the scene became quiet, and Xia Chuwei listened intently.

After an hour and a half, the concert ended.

People left the scene quietly and orderly.

When walking out of the venue, Xia Chuwei saw Xia Wantang standing quietly aside.

With a quick glance, Xia Chuwei caught a glimpse of Huo Yunting who was standing in a secluded corner answering the phone.

Xia Chuwei paused for a moment and walked towards Xia Wantang.

"Are you waiting for Huo Yunting to send you back?"

Hearing the voice, Xia Wantang glanced at Xia Chuwei with a cold expression, and then turned away expressionlessly.

She didn't speak and didn't seem to want to pay attention to Xia Chuwei.

Xia Chuwei's voice, as cool as water, sounded from behind.

"Isn't it a good feeling to be with someone else's husband?"

Even though Xia Wantang didn't want to pay much attention to Xia Chuwei, she still felt angry after hearing such frivolous sarcasm.

She said coldly: "Xia Chuwei, do you think you are the only one who likes to steal other people's men?"

"Someone else's man?" Xia Chuwei found it interesting, "Is it possible that Miss Xia thinks that Huo Yunting has always been your man? Even if he gets married, he still belongs to you?"

"Xia Chuwei, you know what I mean!"

"There's no need to go over those old accounts, right?" Xia Chuwei said indifferently: "It happened so many years ago, do we have to dwell on it over and over again for the rest of our lives?"

Xia Wantang clenched her fists, "Xia Chuwei, do you take it for granted that you stole something? Are you so proud of it?"

Xia Chuwei said lightly: "I am Mrs. Huo now, shouldn't I be proud?"


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