Wen Qinghuan looked at Chu Junming's cool and indifferent eyes, listened to his indifferent words, and felt a pang in her heart.
Instinctively, she stood up, "I'll go explain to him."
"Qinghuan."
Chu Junming's voice was deep.
As he spoke, his tall figure rose.
Qinghuan was just about to leave her seat when she heard his voice and turned to look at him. Her delicate features showed determination, "It's my fault, I'll explain clearly. I won't let any rift form between you brothers."
After saying this, she turned and chased after him without looking back.
Wen Qinghuan rushed out of Yi Pin Xuan Pavilion, and Feng Yize had already walked to the roadside, intending to get into a taxi.
She shouted, "Feng Yize."
On the roadside, Feng Yize's back stiffened. When he turned around, his smile was as usual, but he said nothing and waved at her before bending to get into the car.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Qinghuan panicked.
