In the past, it was unimaginable that Mr. Chen, a man of prestigious status, would personally step into the fray to discipline someone, and all for the sake of a woman.
Mr. Tan's anger was like a strand hanging by a thread, and with the influence of alcohol, his entire demeanor was now one of utmost frailty.
The bodyguard, hiding a trace of shock in his eyes, strode forward, lowered his voice, and said to the man, "Mr. Chen, let me handle the rest."
Chen Jingyuan gave a cold glance and slowly released his grip.
Soon, the bodyguard neatly handed the suit jacket to the girl and then carried the man off the scene.
Liang Weining stared down, dumbfounded, feeling the warmth of the man's body transferring into her palm through the suit lining.
The light fragrance of snow cedar, cold and refreshing, filled her nostrils, and at that moment, her heart was enveloped by an unprecedented sensation of strangeness.
