In the banquet hall, Li Yeqi swiftly walked up to Mo Beichen. Seeing him down a glass of red wine in one gulp, he whispered, "Beichen, let's resolve family matters at home."
Mo Beichen ignored him, his cold gaze fixed on Shen Changqing, who held Gu Qian in his arms. His voice was frosty, "Shen Changqing, take your filthy hands off her."
Dressed in a black bespoke suit, Shen Changqing was tall and handsome. He stared indifferently at Mo Beichen. "Mr. Mo, even if you are the lofty emperor of the entertainment industry, you can't stop Qianqian and me from loving each other."
Mo Beichen's sharp eagle-like eyes narrowed visibly, already enraged by Shen Changqing. He reached out to grasp Gu Qian's wrist, and she subconsciously shrank back into Shen Changqing's embrace, causing the man's face to instantly turn as black as the bottom of a pot.
"Qianqian!" The man's voice burst through his teeth, laden with obvious fury.
