In front of so many people, being forced into such a situation by Ji Chicheng, he was on the verge of collapse.
Ji Chicheng lowered his gaze, looking down at him condescendingly, "You're very reluctant, aren't you? But I love this feeling, where you clearly hate me enough to want to kill me, yet you have to go against your own feelings to flatter me and pretend to be friendly with me."
As he spoke, he suddenly turned around, his icy gaze sweeping over everyone watching.
Everyone lowered their heads guiltily.
Because just now, they were all looking at him as if he were a demon.
"Damn, Ji Chicheng, you're too ruthless, beating someone like this."
Suddenly, a fiery figure burst into the crowd—it was Xin Xiaoxiao, the half-host of tonight's banquet.
She first came up to the beaten man, scrutinizing him carefully, then frowned and asked, "But who is this?"
"He's my friend," Ji Jingfeng stepped forward to answer for his classmate.
