The guests outside the Guan Family's gates watched in shock at the scene unfolding before them.
Many young girls even covered their eyes, afraid to witness the gruesome sight.
In the corner of the gate, Li Nianqi, who was representing the Li Family at the banquet, was clenching her teeth, intently staring at the soon-to-be grisly scene.
She harbored a malicious thought in her heart, but was also afraid of why she would have such a notion, her heart a tangled mess of fear and resentment.
Sun Weimeng turned his head, his eyes splitting with rage.
"Qiao Xi, get out of the way!"
But the car was moving too fast, and by the time Qiao Xi realized she needed to dodge, her high heel got caught in the hem of her gown, making her stumble and fall to the ground.
This beautiful dress was sometimes a hindrance.
Her ankle throbbed with pain, as if it were sprained.
Through her blurred vision, she saw Lu Yan, his expression mocking in the driver's seat, staring at her like a demon.