She swayed, nearly keeling over. Spinning around, she grabbed Dan Hanxi's collar.
Clutching Dan Hanxi's neck, she made an earnest attempt to throw him over her shoulder.
Just as she began to act, a deep voice echoed from behind, "What's all this commotion about?"
"..."
Qin Youxuan's body stiffened, recognizing the voice as Dan Rong's, and she instantly withdrew her hand.
She quickly retreated, moving away from any contact with Dan Hanxi.
She wiped her arm with disgust.
She could tell that she was no match for Dan Hanxi; the arrival of Dan Rong meant her rescue.
"Father." Dan Hanxi gave her a glance, veiled his gaze, turned, and respectfully saluted.
Behind Dan Rong were several bodyguards that never left his side.
"I told you that tonight's banquet is of great importance, and yet you're late. Are you purposely making a fool out of me?" Dan Rong's reprimanded, with a stern look on his face.
His face clearly depicted the severity of a strict, commanding father.
