The people around pointed and commented as their gazes landed on Wen Nuan, making her feel incredibly uncomfortable. Her face burned with embarrassment, feeling more awkward than at any other time that evening.
A pair of strong hands clamped down on Fang Liucheng's wrist, making him feel a numbness that drained all his strength. Wen Nuan was already in Ye Feimo's embrace. He looked up to see it was Ye Feimo and was shocked.
"Ye Feimo, is it you?"
"Mr. Fang, my woman, you better not touch her." Ye Feimo's voice was as cold and emotionless as the wind, like a chill breeze blowing across a snowy field, leaving Fang Liucheng filled with shock and confusion.
Ye Feimo and Wen Nuan?
"Wen Nuan, how are you with the Second Young Master Ye…" Fang Liucheng's eyes were dark and accusing.
