Jackson wanted to know, what on earth was going on?
Who exactly was this sudden military man from Country Z?
"Miss Xia, this officer..." Jackson looked at Xia Chuyi with a puzzled expression and asked.
However, before he had finished speaking, Huo Shiqian's gaze shot towards him, sharp and cold as an ice bayonet.
Jackson had thought himself quite experienced in dealing with various people, but he was still dumbstruck by Huo Shiqian's imposing aura, temporarily robbed of speech.
And the look Jackson directed at Xia Chuyi was completely blocked as Huo Shiqian took a step forward, using his body as a shield.
Country Z's military men, truly frightening.
After intimidating the fake foreigner, Huo Shiqian's eyebrows knitted slightly as he glanced down at Xia Chuyi and quietly asked, "What's the matter?"
Hearing his question, Xia Chuyi helplessly spread her hands and said, "Actually, I don't know him."
Upon these words, Huo Shiqian's gaze instantly turned even colder, his eyes darting knife-like towards Jackson.
Jackson immediately stiffened.
His heart sank as Jackson felt somewhat wronged. After a long while, he struggled to find his voice, saying, "Miss Xia, how could you say that? We've met several times and are friends, after all."
What the hell? What kind of friends were they?
Seeing Xia Chuyi remaining silent, Jackson thought she was acquiescing, so he stepped forward, attempting to bypass Huo Shiqian and reach out to her,
"Miss Xia, you should explain clearly to this gentleman that we actually do know each other..."
Before Jackson could finish his sentence, Huo Shiqian next to him had already twisted his brows and made his move—a move Xia Chuyi barely saw.
In the blink of an eye, a blur swept by, and Jackson was thrown heavily to the ground by Uncle Liberation Army.
Lying on the ground, holding his aching posterior, Jackson looked up, finally discontent, and said, "Who are you, exactly? What gives you the right to lay hands on me?"
"Who am I?" Huo Shiqian stretched out his hand behind him and pulled Xia Chuyi into his embrace, saying, "I am her lover, her future husband."
Huo Shiqian's tone was extremely calm, extremely steady.
"You, you..." Jackson, clutching his backside, was a bit shocked and then stuttered for quite some time before finally saying, "Even if, even if you are Miss Xia's lover, you have no right to hit me!"
"I only admire Miss Xia and wanted to get to know her, that's all..."
"And..." Jackson looked towards Xia Chuyi, unable to stop himself from asking, "Is this military gentleman really your lover, Miss Xia?"
This was a case of refusing to believe until one saw the coffin, unwilling to give up until all hope was lost.
The aura emanating from Huo Shiqian became even colder. His face expressionless, Huo Shiqian was about to step forward and continue.
Xia Chuyi quickly reached out and took Huo Shiqian's arm, saying to the fake foreigner, "Yes, he is my lover!"
With that one sentence, the chilly aura of the Liberation Army uncle beside her softened.
"He really is your lover?" Jackson looked at Xia Chuyi, still somewhat in disbelief.
Huo Shiqian narrowed his eyes at Jackson: "What are you implying?"
Jackson felt as if he were being pierced by icy needles and couldn't help shivering as he said, "I, I... that's not what I meant..."
"I just believe that Miss Xia and I, we're just having normal communication between ordinary friends..."