Just like that, everyone watching had an unfriendly expression in their eyes as they looked at Leng Zhiyuan. Everyone whispered to one another and did not have a good impression of Leng Zhiyuan.
Leng Zhiyuan was attacked by everyone present, but she was very calm. Her slim waist was upright as she looked at Han Xuan calmly. She was kneeling and bowing down. Could she just let her go after she bowed down?
Then who would let her go, and who would let go of Zhou Yao?
Han Xuan would never understand that she's the one who couldn't let go!
At this moment, the quick and steady sound of footsteps that rang out, and a deep masculine voice followed after that made others feel at ease. He said, "Han Xuan, what tantrum are you throwing right now?"
Leng Zhiyuan turned her gaze over to the side to look. Zhou Yao had arrived.
