Ye Feimo's gaze swept coldly across the entire room. Catching sight of Wen Nuan to the side, his eyes darkened. Seeing her so disheveled, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. Wen Nuan broke free from Xu Nuo's grasp, threw herself at him, and burst into loud sobs...
"Ye Feimo..." Wen Nuan cried out in grievance, not even caring that it pulled at the wounds on her face. She felt wronged and her body ached.
Xu Nuo raised an eyebrow. Huh? An acquaintance?
Cheng Anya might have been someone some people didn't recognize, but Second Young Master Ye, this man who looked more exquisite than a star and had an aura more commanding than an international superstar, a scandal figure who occupied entertainment headlines almost every so often, would be impossible to not recognize unless one was truly blind.