After watching Yu Lan close the door.
The smiles on the men's faces vanished, replaced by dark expressions.
Sheng Yiqing had dared to do what none of them, in their restraint, had ever attempted.
He really lived up to his reputation as a homewrecking fox.
Huo Zhanting's knuckles cracked as he balled his fists, his voice cold and grim.
"So, what's the plan?"
He was clearly spoiling for a fight.
Shen Zueran's expression was just as grim.
He slowly walked over to Sheng Yiqing, who was being pinned to the sofa by Pei Shiyi and Su Xingye. Sheng Yiqing's face was full of defiance, showing not a shred of remorse.
Shen Zueran's gaze landed on the man's long, narrow, bewitching eyes—more alluring than those of anyone else in the room.
He spoke slowly.
"Sheng Yiqing, you're just relying on your good looks, aren't you?"
"Thinking that pretty face will win you more of Lanlan's affection?"
"So how about we ruin it for you?"
