Li Lian was taken aback by his question but not entirely. She didn't know what was inside Wei Tsui Lan's head but she knew she wouldn't want to meet him ever again after this.
"Mind letting go of my mistress's hand, mister?" Wei Tsui Lan felt a sharp fingernails stopping at his wrist. He looked up to see Violet. The entire time he had been conversing with Li Lian, he knew the woman had been glaring at him as if expecting his littlest action before she finally moved.
Where they were now was shielded by the people of the studio. Thankfully, Xie Hue Lin was busy singing that people also had their eyes all on her and didn't notice what was happening on the farthest seat of the studio.
"I'm sorry." Wei Tsui Lan raised his hand to his ears as if he was signaling his surrender to Violet and his hand slipped out of her wrist.
