"Yan Xiaye, you stop right there!"
The man's icy command came from behind.
As though she had heard nothing, Yan Xiaye remained indifferent and quickened her pace until the man's large hand grabbed her shoulder without further ado.
"Let me go!"
With her back to Li Beicheng, Yan Xiaye glanced at a few servants nearby who were sneaking peeks in their direction, her beautiful face showing indifference, as she did not wish to lose face in front of everyone alongside the man.
"Come with me, I have something to say to you."
Unable to tolerate Yan Xiaye's dismissive attitude, Li Beicheng's eyes darkened, and his fingers on her shoulder slowly tightened, as if he wished he could squeeze blood from her.
Regarding the wedding dress from yesterday, was she really unaware, or did she know but simply not care?
He had strangely decided to keep that wedding dress, and apart from himself and the wedding dress's staff, no one else knew about it.