"Miss Jing, stop fighting! Mr. Lu, your husband is on his way!"
As expected, this statement made Jing Yiren pause, ceasing her aggressive movements.
Staring fiercely at the man, she lashed out, "Don't think I don't know that you're responsible for this? Who do you think you are?"
The man's eyes narrowed slightly, a faint smile on his face.
"You don't recognize me?"
"…"
The man drew out a folded fan from behind him. With a 'poof' sound, the fan sprang open in his hand as if it was an extension of his spirit.
The fan bore elegant characters - 'Hua Buzhan'.
Partially hidden behind the fan, his eyes held an irresistible charm.
Jing Yiren's expression darkened instantly. It was him.
Furious, she warned, "Be careful, I might report you!"
"Do you have evidence?" Hua Buzhan closed his fan with a flick of his wrist, holding it in his hand.
His movements were smooth, his expression leisurely.
There didn't seem to be a hint of worry in his voice.
"…"Indeed, she had no evidence.
