Chu Anning finally came to her senses, breaking into an involuntary shiver. She stepped forward, blocking Zhou Yinghuai's path.
"You've chased after Jiang Tan tonight already, isn't that enough?" Chu Anning's voice was hoarse. As a poised and dignified lady from a prestigious family, she should not be speaking so hysterically. But she could not control her own emotions, crying out in a sharp and collapsing voice: "Zhou Yinghuai! Are you trying to push me to my death?"
"Move aside!"
"Move aside?" Chu Anning gaze fell on the high heels in Zhou Yinghuai's hands, tears streaming down her face. "Going in like this now, are you trying to make me the laughing stock of everyone?"
"Whether it's you or Tantan, one of you will have to be the butt of the joke tonight, isn't it?"
The flow of Chu Anning's tears halted out of shock. She widened her eyes, staring at Zhou Yinghuai with a bone-chilling despair: "What are you talking about? What do you mean?"
