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Before Li Beicheng could make another staggering move, Yan Xiaye, in panic, leaned on Yin Baiyan, her eyes fiercely glaring at him as she hatedly called out his name, "Li Beicheng!"
The last time he saw Yan Xiaye so unwilling to back down was in that small apartment.
Back then, her actions were to protect him, but now, the person she was protecting had become another man.
Li Beicheng, from his superior position, looked down at her, his smile at the corner of his mouth turning from cold to cruel.
Before he tired of this game, Yan Xiaye had found herself another man.
How could he allow it?
He would never allow it.
Just as Li Beicheng was contemplating what to do with Yan Xiaye, the music marking the end of the gala began to play.
The crowd started to disperse in twos and threes, the majority remaining in the banquet hall while a minority made their way to the conference room on the eighteenth floor via the elevators.
