Young Master Yang Kaitai didn't mind Xia Ning's attitude at all. After today, they would be two people bound by an engagement, and Xia Ning would truly belong to him. Why bother about her current attitude?
He arrogantly stroked Xia Ning's face and, before retracting his hand, didn't forget to sneak a touch on her chest.
Several makeup artists and the like were still in the room. Everyone despised his unabashed behavior, but ultimately, no one said a word and just silently diverted their gaze.
"Take your paws off." Xia Ning felt extremely embarrassed and slapped Yang Kaitai's hand away.
She slapped with hatred, the sound was loud, and Yang Kaitai's hand turned red.
A flicker of anger crossed his heart, but as soon as he saw Xia Ning's stunningly beautiful face, all his rage dissipated.
"Alright, alright, I'll go out and entertain the guests now. You rest a bit longer, you're going to be on stage soon."
