Due to Wen Xin's loud shouting, the gazes of the guests had already unanimously focused on the three of them. When they looked at Gu Xiaoer, their eyes always held a complex expression.
Bai Xiaoyu's indifferent features had disappeared, replaced by a rare display of a strong and icy dominance, not the overbearing aura of Han Luoli the Emperor, but sharp enough that no one could ignore it.
Gu Xiaoer felt cold, somewhat trembling; she had never seen Bai Xiaoyu like this before.
There was a palpable sense of suffocation that hung in the air of the venue.
Wen Xin trembled as she stared at the man she constantly thought about; her entire body seemed frozen, as if petrified. Had she said something wrong? She simply mentioned Gu Xiaoer, so why did Brother Yu have such a terrifying look in his eyes...
"If you don't want to die, then scram!"
The man's thin lips finally parted, exhaling a breath laced with a cold and deadly aura that struck the troublesome woman before him.
