The man stepped forward, his commanding aura drawing the gaze of everyone present. Just as eyes from all corners of the restaurant were fixed upon them, Huo Beichen made his way straight to Ye Nuanxi.
Before Ye Nuanxi could react, she felt her wrist loosen, and Murong Xuan, who had been holding her hand, was forcefully flung aside by the man. Due to the strength of the throw, Murong Xuan staggered a great step and had to brace himself with a nearby chair to avoid falling to the ground.
"Senior..."
Ye Nuanxi's face instantly paled with fright, "Huo Beichen, what are you doing?!"
"Dealing with a rival in love!"
Unperturbed, the man declared, one hand in his pocket while he irritably adjusted his tie with the other, a brooding look on his face as if ready for a duel at any moment, causing Ye Nuanxi's heart to thud wildly!
Why did she feel like this man could crush her scalpel-wielding senior in a second?
"Mr. Huo, you..."
"Good grief!"
