The wine bottles on the coffee table clattered and fell to the floor. The severe impact made An Xiaonuan wince in pain. She glanced at Huangfu Ye on the side. He showed no intention of helping her, didn't even spare her a glance, choosing instead to cozy up with the woman in his arms.
A pang of sadness hit An Xiaonuan. She blinked hard. No, she couldn't be weak. The only person she could depend on was herself.
However, in her moment of distraction, Liang Hu had already pinned her down, leaning in for a kiss.
An Xiaonuan hadn't expected Liang Hu to act so rashly. She struggled fiercely, but the people around just watched the spectacle as if it were some sort of entertainment, some even whipped out their phones to record.
With the entire room laughing and spectating, Huangfu Ye noticed An Xiaonuan pinned down, struggling with tears in her eyes. He tightened his grip on the woman beside him unconsciously.
