The servants in the hall were completely dumbfounded at this moment, wanting to pull Meng Xi'er away, but were stopped by Lu Yebai: "Don't come over."
The man's face was full of complex emotions. He stared at Meng Xi'er on him before finally managing to say, "Let her vent."
She must have hated him to death.
Lu Yebai thought.
Stopped by Lu Yebai, the servants panicked. They dared not move forward nor retreat. They stood there in a daze, watching Meng Xi'er hitting their master. Looking at Lu Yebai, clearly impatient, yet he endured, half-sitting on the ground, allowing Meng Xi'er to beat him.
Meng Xi'er raged for a while, then lost her strength, crying, collapsed on his chest. Her hair was disheveled, her face was all tear-stained.
Lu Yebai gently stretched out his hand, holding her waist, allowing her to cry comfortably in his arms.
"Qingchuan..." she cried out a name, "Qingchuan..."
Lu Yebai's hand stiffened, his fingers on her waist tightened suddenly.
