Rong Qianchen gazed intently at her, his thin lips pressed tightly into a straight line, but he did not respond.
Ignoring everyone else, Gu Qingxin swiftly walked towards the villa's entrance. As she passed by Beiming Han, she did not spare him a glance, merely brushing past him...
"Rong Qianchen, regardless of whether you're the Young Master of the Rong Family or part of any organization, she is mine! Stay away from her in the future!" Beiming Han declared before turning to stride away.
"You!" Crossing the Moon stared resentfully at Beiming Han and his companions. She couldn't believe these mere businessmen dared to be so presumptuous in front of her Young Master!
Rong Qianchen tossed down the napkin from his hand, got up from the table, and walked over to the French window, carrying an icy cold gaze to Gu Qingxin as his hands hung casually in his pockets.
