The black-clothed bodyguard closest to them lowered his head as he went, barely daring to even look up as he respectfully took the tray from Gu Qingxin's hand.
"We should find a place to settle last night's score." Beiming Han muttered in her ear, as though each word was laced with ice. However, to onlookers, their movements appeared incredibly intimate.
Who was this man, and how was he associated with Gu Qingxin—the one discarded by the Gu family?
The girls looked on incredulously, their eyes wide open. Fuelled by a dizzying mix of envy, jealousy, and disbelief, their infatuation with the man was fanned into a fever pitch. Just one glance from him, and they thought they could die happy.
Gu Qingxin reflexively tried to push him away, but Beiming Han's grip held her fast, rendering her immobile.
