Liu Yanfang glared angrily at Nan Qiao, who was behind Li Yehan, as Zhou Jingya stepped forward to help her up.
Liu Yanfang, grinding her back teeth, said, "Nan Qiao, you've ruined Xiao Ya's celebration banquet, you've made a fool out of our family, and you still have the face to hide behind a man?"
"How about that? Jealous because you don't have a man to hide behind, envious of our Qiaoqiao?" Li Yehan asked coldly.
While Liu Yanfang scolded Nan Qiao, Zhou Jingya's gaze fell on Li Yehan.
The perfect face, the tall figure, thin lips pursed, a piercing gaze, he exuded an aura of nobility from head to toe.
He was the handsomest man Zhou Jingya had ever seen by Nan Qiao's side.
Her expression at the moment said: She was afraid her sister would do well and also afraid her sister would drive a Land Rover.
"Sister, in just a few days, you've changed boyfriends again?"