Lin Wanqing walked forward a few steps, "Chi Cheng, how could you just take her away like that?"
Chi Cheng, refined and graceful, said, "No matter how your dress got dirty, I'll have someone replicate the exact same one for you."
After speaking, he turned around holding An Ran's hand.
Lin Wanqing was relentless, "Wait a moment."
"What more do you want?" Chi Cheng didn't let go of An Ran's hand, his eyes flickered slightly, glancing at Lin Wanqing indifferently.
Chi Cheng's personality always drove him to never do things he'd regret.
But just now, seeing An Ran standing there all alone, helpless and wounded,
he already began regretting bringing her to today's banquet.
"Did she really splash juice all over me, and you're pretending you didn't see?" Lin Wanqing was somewhat angry.
In her imagination, the script shouldn't have unfolded like this.
Chi Cheng brought An Ran to this banquet today, didn't he just want a chance to publicly humiliate An Ran?
