Qi Helian had already reached Ji Anning's side, standing behind her. To onlookers, he appeared dominantly protective of her.
The flashbulbs of the reporters, like flashing at a fashion runway, continually flickered.
Ye Chaoqiu, who had just been quarreling with Ji Anning, flashed a hint of fear in his eyes upon seeing Qi Helian, but he didn't back down.
He looked at Qi Helian and taunted, "Mr. Qi, your taste is getting heavier and heavier. This woman is sharp-tongued and has probably been to bed with many old men. You can stomach that?"
'Slap'
Before Ye Chaoqiu could finish, a loud slap had already landed on his face.
The crowd gasped in shock, and the scene suddenly quieted.
Qi Helian shook the hand that had slapped, his devilish lips curling with a cold and chilling smile. His icy gaze swept over the still-reeling Ye Chaoqiu and turned towards Ji Chicheng, still standing at the entrance.
He raised his eyebrows at him, his bewitching face suddenly transforming.
