Lu Jinchen coughed, suddenly aware of the countless eyes watching him. He quickly withdrew his hand and cleared his throat. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."
Xia Yuqing tilted her head, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "What were you thinking? You looked furious—almost murderous." Her gaze flickered to the crowd, elegantly dressed in suits and gowns, lost in their conversation and laughter while throwing curious glances in their direction.
A thought crossed her mind, and she couldn't help but ask, "Do you have an enemy here? Someone you despise that much?"
Lu Jinchen met her gaze, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "It's nothing like that." However, if these men didn't stop staring at his wife, he might consider making new enemies.
Hearing his answer, Xia Yuqing shrugged. "Alright. But you nearly broke my waist just now. Don't you think you should compensate your dear wife, Mr. Lu?"