The Man Who Flows Between Heaven and Earth

Ye Qingwei turned around and saw the handsome and indifferent Li Yanchen. The pair of phoenix eyes under his glasses were as sharp as an eagle's as he looked at her.

She couldn't help but shiver under his gaze.

Ye Qingwei subconsciously let go of Ye Qingyu's long hair. However, it was obvious that Ye Qingyu did not let her go. She grabbed her thigh with her backhand.

Ye Qingwei's face twisted in pain.

Ye Qingyu was very smart. She knew that she was a public figure and the place she grabbed was very sensitive. Even if she wanted to accuse Ye Qingyu, she could not lift her skirt.

The skin on his thigh was probably scratched by her.

"B * tch!"

"Who are you calling a slut?"

"B * tch scolded you!"

Ye Qingyu smiled." Alright, I got it, b * tch.""

Ye Qingwei came to her senses and trembled in anger.

Ye Qingyu didn't even look at Li Yanchen. She tidied her messy long hair and returned to the banquet hall in her high heels.