"I didn't!"
The man's disdainful expression as he lightly raised his eyebrows was truly detestable. Yan Xiaye's heartbeat involuntarily skipped a beat, and she pushed Li Yuntang away, heading straight for the Western restaurant.
After all, it wasn't her who was embarrassing herself; if he didn't care, why should she?
However, she hadn't taken many steps before the glaring looks from all directions reminded her that her earlier thoughts had been too simplistic.
Normally, those who were qualified to dine here were all the prominent figures of Jianghai, and suits with fragrant hair made up a small microcosm of high society.
In the eyes of those self-proclaimed socialites, Yan Xiaye's simple attire was not only inappropriate for the occasion but was also tantamount to disrespect to all the guests present. Most people were eagerly waiting to see her being stopped by the doorman and thrown out in front of everyone.