Everyone present was stunned.
Xun Rangchu wanted to cover Xun Jiaqi's mouth, but it was too late.
His cousin is pretty but brainless. Anyone with a bit of intelligence wouldn't chase Fu Yanlin like her. Fu Yanlin doesn't even like her, and the only reason she is able to attend these gatherings is because he is her brother. She comes from a similar social class so it's understandable, but this girl always manages to squeeze in and make mindless decisions, making Fu Yanlin hate her more and more.
Xun Rangchu swore that no matter how she begged and cried next time, he would not bring her out to humiliate herself again.
The atmosphere on the spot was awkward.
Wen Sheng instinctively tightened her grip on Fu Yanlin's arm. Although her face seemed calm, she felt as though she had been hit inside.
Fu Yanlin's eyes darkened, and there was a cold ruthlessness in his solemn gaze. A chilly glance swept across Xun Jiaqi's face.
