Fu Sinian didn't expect that amidst such a crowd, An Ziqi would still be so out of line.
He was kicked by her and doubled over in pain.
An Ziqi pushed his arm away, turned around, and desperately dashed towards the outside of the crowd.
Fu Sinian, with reddened eyes, shouted, "Catch her for me, don't let her run, let's see if I can't play her to death today."
Upon hearing this, the crowd immediately pushed An Ziqi back.
Among them, two girls who relished the commotion sarcastically spoke up.
"An Ziqi, it's your good fortune that Young Master Fu fancies you, don't be ungrateful."
"Who knows how many times you've played around with Lin Xilu and Yan Yu, don't pretend to be some chaste heroine here."
As they said more, Fu Sinian's anger grew stronger; it was unreasonable that he couldn't play with a woman that Lin Xilu and Yan Yu had played with.
He stepped forward and slapped An Ziqi's face hard.
"You little slut, don't be so shameless."
