Xia Weiyi whimpered and refused to let him slam, clenching her small fists and pounding a few times on Ye Che's chest: "Ye Che, you're a bastard, a hooligan! Look, look, they're all staring at me, they're mocking me!"
Xia Weiyi and Ye Che were sitting in the first row, while the other wealthy ladies were seated in the third row. From such a distance, they couldn't hear what the couple was saying.
All they could do was stretch their necks and watch curiously.
As soon as Ye Che heard Xia Weiyi say this, he quickly turned his head and saw several women whispering among themselves, gesturing towards Xia Weiyi.
Ye Che was enraged, glaring fiercely at them, his icy expression scaring the wealthy ladies into immediately retracting their necks and shutting their mouths.
Ye Che then turned back, grabbed Xia Weiyi's hand, and started gently pinching it. That tender demeanor was worlds apart from his previously fierce attitude.
