Below, Xu Zhenyu's red eyes burned with fury, a sense of righteousness and hostility radiating from them as he stared at the barbaric couple onstage.
"Han Mofeng, Gu Junling, let me go. I've to teach the barbaric couple a lesson—how can lowly people like them demean her?" Xu Zhenyu struggled to move forward.
Han Mofeng had a firm grip on his arm. "Xu Zhenyu, calm down. I know it hurts to see Xinya being demeaned like this, but it's not your place to stand up for her under these circumstances. These may very well be reported by the media tomorrow—if things turn ugly and ruin Xinya's homecoming party, you can't pay the price."
"I can't just watch as she gets humiliated!" Xu Zhenyu barked.
