"Where are you going with him?"
As they brushed past each other, Li Beicheng grabbed Yan Xiaye with a stern face, his tone filled with fierce jealousy: "You stay, I can let him go alone."
This time, without Yan Xiaye having to say much, the onlookers couldn't stand it anymore.
They had seen quite a bit of gossip about Li Beicheng and Yan Xiaye on Weibo before, inevitably sympathizing with Yan Xiaye initially, and now they decided to intervene based on the mentality that minor faults are not blamed. A few boys chuckled and separated the two furious people, escorting Li Beicheng towards the small bar set up inside the banquet hall, intending to calm things down with a drink.
With a cold face, Li Beicheng initially wanted to refuse but hesitated for a moment as his deep pupils locked onto Yan Xiaye's angry yet beautiful face, and finally he let go of his hand.
