Both of them shuddered violently.
Especially Chu Xueying, who had seen his tactics before, could no longer be arrogant.
"Brother Junyan, my sister..." But, having finally encountered the opportunity, how could Tang Yawu willingly let it go? She fearlessly took a few steps forward, intending to trip over her dress and feign a fall towards him.
"Shut up." But she was promptly pulled back by Chu Xueying, who cleared the path.
Bo Fengheng didn't even glance at them, walking straight ahead like a sharp gust of wind with his long legs.
"Why are you stopping me?" Seeing that cold and tall figure, Tang Yawu struggled unwillingly, completely forgetting her status.
Chu Xueying already had resentment within her, how could she possibly let someone like Tang Yawu point fingers and give orders?
