The crowd immediately surrounded Chu Dazhuang and his group in the middle.
At this moment, Yang Mi also couldn't muster up much strength; she truly couldn't afford to offend them.
Especially in this situation, she could only admit defeat.
She was clear in her heart that she had known Wu Ming had feelings for her before, but all along, he had been relatively restrained, perhaps because of his father's presence, so he wasn't so unreasonable.
But for some reason today, Wu Ming seemed to have lost his mind, insisting on pulling Yang Mi to drink with him.
It seemed that today she really was going to meet her end here.
She gently turned her head and glanced at Chu Dazhuang, her eyes filled with apology.
"I'm sorry, Dazhuang."
As she spoke, Yang Mi's eyes reddened slightly; by the looks of it, she had resigned herself to her fate.
But while she might have given up, she had to get Chu Dazhuang out of there, after all, it was she who had chosen this place.
