"What did Bei Lulu do to bully you?" Shen Yibei's voice was sharp and intense, his whole being seemingly ignited.
"What good does it do to tell you?"
Lan Ruowei gave a bitter laugh. She was his fiancée; even if she told him, what could he do? Beat up Bei Lulu? Kill her?
Shen Yibei's veins bulged, his fists clenched tightly. Glancing at Lan Ruowei, he stormed out in large strides.
…
In Xuancheng, as soon as Lan Xin Ai stepped out of the airport, several luxury cars pulled up at the entrance.
"Young Mistress." Qin Feng raised his hand in a respectful gesture.
"Where to now?"
Lan Xin Ai cast him a sidelong glance.
"Young Mistress, we're heading to the hotel now."
"No, I want to see Ruowei."
"I can bring Miss Lan Er back to the hotel."
"No, I want to go myself."
Lan Xin Ai's tone left no room for negotiation.
"Understood." Qin Feng lowered his head.
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