Zhu Hui's face turned red instantly.
Such shameless behavior, and yet she had the audacity to do it. Truly embarrassing.
"Wenjun! I... I, I really didn't do it on purpose. Can you forgive me?"
Zhu Hui, regardless of anything else, as long as she could beg for forgiveness, was willing to sacrifice all pride and dignity.
The scene fell silent.
Everyone was waiting for Ye Wenjun's response.
Such a beautiful woman, gentle as water, surely her heart must be as kind as her appearance, right?
But when Ye Wenjun slightly raised her head, parted her lips softly, and whispered faintly, "Get out—"
That one word was not loud, very light, very soft, very tender.
Yet it carried an immense power.
Like a mighty hammer, it hit Zhu Hui hard, making her stumble backward, her face turning deathly pale.
Relationships forged over years of being classmates are so fragile in the face of fame and profit.
Fang Yu could very well understand why Ye Wenjun would react this way.