Gu Qingxin tried to stand him up, she couldn't make a scene in front of everyone. If she were to outrightly say that the shirt wasn't meant for him—that he had misunderstood and was overly presumptuous—it would only make Beiming Han feel more humiliated.
Beiming Han's gaze grew colder, radiating an unbearable chill. Abruptly, he shrugged her off, and she almost fell over. Turning around, she saw Beiming Han rise to his feet, slowly unbuttoning his shirt...
Tears began to well up in Gu Qingxin's eyes as she helplessly watched him remove his shirt and throw it viciously over her head.
Bare-chested, Beiming Han strode out of the private room, his face dark and ominous...
Gu Qingxin quickly removed the shirt from her head and followed him. She had to clear this misunderstanding; she had to explain.
Only after the two had left, did the rest of the people snap back to reality. They had never seen Beiming Han so infuriated.
