Yu Yanshen couldn't be bothered with them.
A bunch of idiots.
He looked down at the person in his arms, "Carry you out, hmm?"
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk…"
Yu Yanshen glanced coldly at the source of the indistinct noises, the young Master Song, who then looked up at the sky.
Yao Qing was silent for a few seconds, then responded in a low voice, agreeing.
At this point, Yao Qing didn't bother to ask why he was here.
She just felt incredibly unlucky.
After Yu Yanshen carried Yao Qing away, the clamor inside the private room gradually exploded.
Everyone was discussing the woman's identity.
Most were envious, of course, with jealousy being predominant.
After all, Yu Yanshen was the moon that hung high in the hearts of most women in Yaocheng, and now that the white moon had turned dark, it was even harder to forget.
Feng Ye just watched all this in silence.
He didn't try to stop it.
His phone vibrated for a while, and he looked down.
A call from his [Fiancée].
