The pain in Chen Ming's eyes deeply pierced Ye Xiaoyu.
Then her brain finally started working again, glaring at Anjue, her lips trembled, "You, you, you… you promised me not to let others know about our relationship!"
But today, Anjue had pulled her from a rear inconspicuous spot in front of so many people, with such a possessive demeanor.
After today, who wouldn't know she's Anjue's lover?!
Anjue glanced at her coldly and nonchalantly: "That's what you said, I never promised that."
"You…"
Ye Xiaoyu felt her chest heaving violently, her head spinning with rage; she hadn't expected Anjue to be so shameless!
It was too much.
Ye Xiaoyu also saw Chen Ming's twisted face on stage, as if he wanted to rush over but was stopped by An Xiaoji and taken backstage.
Then, Ye Xiaoyu clearly heard the whispers from the large auditorium.
Her name and Anjue's name were tangled together repeatedly.
Ye Xiaoyu almost fainted several times.
