Ye Feimo's gaze swept coldly across the room until it landed on Wen Nuan at his side. His eyes darkened upon seeing her in such a disheveled state, a murderous glint flashing through them. Wen Nuan broke free from Xu Nuo's grasp and rushed to embrace him, bursting into tears...
"Ye Feimo..." Wen Nuan sobbed miserably, no longer caring about the injuries on her face, feeling both aggrieved and in pain.
Xu Nuo raised his eyebrows, "An acquaintance?"
Some might not know Cheng Anya, but everyone should recognize the Second Young Master Ye, who was even more delicate than a movie star and had a presence that outweighed international superstars. He was a scandalous figure who frequented the entertainment headlines.
Both of Wen Nuan's cheeks were swollen from being struck, her hair a mess, and her shirt partly unbuttoned with numerous scratches from fingernails on her shoulders. Seeing this, Ye Feimo's bloodthirsty gaze became dangerously narrow.
