Jian Luo stood indifferently next to Jian Qing, a faint smile on her lips, ignoring the gaze from the crowd.
Yang Xiang sneered and stood up, walking towards Jian Qing and standing right in front of her.
"Jian Qing, stop playing dumb. You brought him here, but now you don't have the guts to admit it?"
As she spoke, her gaze shifted to Jian Luo.
"Yang Xiang, does your mouth know how to do anything apart from spewing excrement?" Jian Qing laughed; her sharp tongue instantly silenced Yang Xiang.
"Jian Qing, you..." Yang Xiang, flushed in anger, raised her hand to hit Jian Qing.
Jian Luo's eyes behind his sunglasses cooled and he was ready to chop off her hand if she dared to strike.
"Yang Xiang, are you planning to accompany Xiang Cheng?" Jian Qing said, unhurriedly, not even attempting to avoid her.
Before her words even faded, Yang Xiang's uplifted hand froze in mid-air, fear flashing in her eyes.
