Lu Fengxuan, even when drunk, looked at Lu Xingye with disdain, and her accusation carried a weighty conviction.
She'd said before, she held grudges, very long grudges!
Previously, because of something Lu Xingye said to Brother Ayin, they almost argued, and Brother Ayin had been sullen for days.
That incident had lingered in her heart, and now, upon seeing Lu Xingye, she impulsively exacted her "revenge" on the spot.
"Pfft—" Jiu Yi laughed, as if thrilled by the chaos.
Lu Xingye's handsome face looked stormy, his gaze at Lu Fengxuan as if he wanted to kill.
"Brother Ayin, hold me..."
Sensing danger, Lu Fengxuan proactively hid in the embrace of the man beside her, burying her head out of sight.
Yu Chiyin's slender lips curved slightly, "Mr. Lu, Axuan has had too much to drink; she didn't mean it. Please don't take it to heart."
"It's getting late; we'll be taking our leave."
Mustering his strength, he picked up Princess Lu Fengxuan and headed straight downstairs.
