Ruthlessly.
Control yourself.
Yu Chiyin's Adam's apple slid up, his ink-like eyes lightly swept over her lips, tinging with a trace of heat.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he couldn't control his mischievous thoughts.
Lu Fengxuan: "..."
Her stunningly beautiful face, free of any makeup, flushed deeply as she pinched the inside of his arm hard, her action laden with reproof.
The two stood on the stage, flirting with each other as if no one else was there, in front of so many people.
As the crowd beneath the stage felt astonishment, the hearts of the ladies also grew envious—ah, life is so different for each person.
Mrs. Xiang felt particularly uncomfortable in her heart and deliberately asked loudly:
"Hasn't it been five minutes already? The guest Mr. Yu mentioned earlier, has he not arrived yet?"
Interrupted, a glint of cold light flashed in Yu Chiyin's eyes as he made a slight movement. At that moment, the doors of the auditorium were pushed open from the outside.