Tang Yanqi raised her hand to free her arm from the man's grip, her gaze cold: "Sir, please show some respect."
The man reeked of alcohol, perhaps prone to anger when drunk, and upon hearing Tang Yanqi's words, he grabbed her again: "You filthy woman, stop pretending, come, drink with me."
Tang Yanqi's eyebrows furrowed even more tightly. She wasn't sure what these people had to do with Sheng Jianan, instinctively looked towards Sheng Jianan's direction, only to find he wasn't looking at her at all, as if she didn't exist. Moreover, Sheng Jianan was leaning his head towards the person next to him, from Tang Yanqi's angle, it looked like the two were kissing.
Her heart felt pierced by a sharp blade, and all the grievances and humiliation she had endured today transformed into anger at that moment and surged within her.
Tang Yanqi was calm and composed, but that didn't mean she had no temper.
