"The young master of the Qiao Family, he really has such elegance!"
"Yes, indeed! Like a prince from a fairytale."
Nan Fei made a disgusted face, "Are you out of your mind?"
"Hold on!" Nan Fei shouted loudly.
Qiao Jingxuan halted and turned around, a smug glimmer in his eyes, seemingly expecting her to back down and beg for mercy.
The crowd too looked over in confusion.
Nan Fei slowly tore the paper forced into her hand into shreds, and then scattered them all over the floor. With a smile on her face under Qiao Jingxuan's darkened expression, she said, "Sorry for that! It seems like the ladies here might have to do some cleaning."
"You...." Qiao Jingxuan was so angry that his body trembled, barely keeping his carefully crafted image intact. "You really don't know what's good for you."
"You can leave now!"
"Hmph!" He cast a resentful glance, then quickly left with his crew. It seemed he didn't want to stay for even a minute more.
