Qiao Xiang seemed to lose her mind, shouting loudly. After she finished, she realized what she had screamed.
The room instantly fell into a tense silence, eerily quiet, with nobody speaking.
Pei Liyan furrowed his brows tight, his gaze icy and terrifying, combined with his stern face, he looked indescribably fearsome.
Fu Yichen also stiffened on the spot, looking at Qiao Xiang with a trace of pain flashing in his eyes.
It was only for a few brief seconds that he snapped back to his senses, managing a pained smile as he said, "I understand, Qiao Xiang, I understand how you feel. Apologize to Brother Liyan, he will understand too."
"Qiao Xiang, is this really all you want? Be more rational," He Zheng also stepped in to mediate, disapproving of how Qiao Xiang had irrationally proclaimed her love for Pei Liyan.
By now, whatever was said was too late; it was merely self-humiliation.
But she was simply not wise.