A face turned purplish-blue due to fear and choking.
Her eyes were fixedly staring at Lin Wan Yi.
There was no longer malice and madness in her eyes.
But rather, a fear from the depths of her soul... "Clang!"
A crisp sound echoed.
A glass shattered on the ground.
Meng Ting collapsed into the corner, her hands clutched tightly around her neck, choking violently.
"Cough...cough, cough..."
The noisy music stopped.
The swirling skirts on the dance floor ceased as well.
Everyone's gaze simultaneously turned toward this corner.
Lin Wan Yi stood there, her lake blue dress making her look like an ice sculpture.
She looked coolly at the person on the ground.
Gu Yanshen was carrying a tray full of neatly arranged dried plums, striding back over.
He noticed the mess in an instant.
And Lin Wan Yi being watched by the crowd.
The man put the tray on the table beside him with a "thump" sound.
He quickly walked forward.
He did not ask what happened.
