Being asked such a blatantly personal question by a man in front of a large audience, even Ye Nuanxi, who had thick skin, couldn't withstand the piercing stares of the crowd. Her face flushed red in an instant, and the distinct five fingers imprinted on her cheek appeared even more enchanting.
Huo Beichen's cold gaze swept over the bar manager, who stood obediently, not daring to move. His eyes suddenly turned icy, and his voice became terrifyingly cold, "Are you blind or dead? Can't you even see to treat the lady's wound?"
Ye Nuanxi: "..."
A slap is considered a wound?
"No need, I'll just apply some ice when we get back!" No sooner had Huo Beichen finished speaking than Ye Nuanxi took the initiative to push his wheelchair, bypassing the crowd and heading straight out, leaving Nangong Ming staring dumbfounded at the retreating figures!
