Qinghe glanced at Yu Mingche with concern, but there was also a hint of envy in his eyes. Yu Mingche had been insolent to Ning Xuan in front of so many people; Ning Xuan was surely furious. However, even in her anger, she spared Yu Mingche's pride and didn't erupt in public. Instead, she dismissed them all.
As for Di Youlin, he watched Yu Mingche with an unmistakable hint of schadenfreude.
Soon, everyone else had left. In the tense atmosphere, Yu Mingche knelt to one side, head bowed, awaiting his punishment.
"Come here," Ning Xuan said, her tone indifferent.
Yu Mingche didn't dare to rise. He shuffled forward a few steps on his knees, moving to a spot before Ning Xuan.
A slender, elegant hand with long fingers caressed his face, then gripped his chin and tilted his head up.
