"Mr. Ye, you must stand up for me!"
"Stand up for you?" Ye Nanshen's brows slightly furrowed, his lips tightly pressed together. With one hand tucked into his pocket, he cast a brief glance at Rong Qi, who withdrew his foot nonchalantly as if he owned the place.
Rong Feiyu nodded her head pitifully, her eyes welling with unshed tears.
"What's the matter? Are you my daughter? Do you need me to defend you?" A ghost of a sarcastic smile touched Ye Nanshen's lips.
Rong Feiyu's face flushed a brighter shade of red, and her eyes began to mist over. Even Mrs. Rong Sr. and Wang Qing hadn't expected Ye Nanshen to make such a cutting remark.
Ye Nanshen looked away, gesturing to Zhuang Ling. "Escort Miss Rong out. Whose daughter she is, is their problem. She's not welcome here anymore; she had upset little Qi."
