An Yiqing smiled at Nan Tian and pushed Ruan Xue away from herself. Only then did everyone notice her attire. The once clean and pure floor-length gown had been torn up to the knee area. Her skirt was dirty, with black and gray dirt and green leaves, indicating that An Yiqing had indeed gone through some thrilling events.
"Xiao Qing, you..."
"Xiao Xue, I have some matters to handle, we can talk about your issue later." An Yiqing interrupted Ruan Xue, her clear eyes swept around the hall, finally landing on a man, her gaze suddenly became extremely cold.
The man obviously felt An Yiqing's icy gaze, his hand holding the wine glass trembled, but he didn't look up.
"Xiao Qing, you..." Duan Jingning stepped forward, a bit surprised by the sharpness in An Yiqing's eyes.
