Qin Yun poked Lu Yanchuan's arm and pursed her lips, motioning with her chin towards the person who was speaking.
"I don't know them."
Lu Yanchuan didn't even glance in that direction, his words alone comforting Qiao Yi.
"Isn't this one of your unwanted admirers? Aren't you going to handle it yourself? If I do it, it might not be pretty if I go too hard on such a beauty."
Qiao Yi whispered into Lu Yanchuan's ear, outsiders could only see her clinging to Lu Yanchuan, not knowing the content of their conversation.
If that confrontational woman heard Qiao Yi, she would probably be driven to tears, wouldn't she?
The closer Qiao Yi got to Lu Yanchuan, the angrier the woman looked. Seeing Qiao Yi's indifference to her sarcasm, even further flaunting her intimacy with Lu Yanchuan, the woman finally couldn't hold back and stormed over.
"Are you Second Miss Qiao?"
