"Bitch!" Qi Hui splashed a glass of wine fiercely at Qi Hui.
Since Qi Hui was holding Leng Liewei, his face didn't escape it either.
But Luna seemed to still not be satisfied and swung a slap at Qi Hui's face. Qi Hui, sharp-eyed, dodged it. However, Luna's hand couldn't be pulled back, and the slap landed hard on Leng Liewei's face.
Slap!
The entire private room instantly went silent, what a grand drama of the high society!
Everyone was shocked, staring unblinkingly at Leng Liewei, Luna, and Qi Hui.
Bai Yiran coughed lightly, casually picked up a glass of water from the table, and as she lowered her head to drink, her eyes flickered.
"Oh dear! Old Leng, are you okay~ does it hurt?" Seeing this, Qi Hui immediately reached out to touch Leng Liewei's face, looking distressed, "Why hit so hard, the face is all red..."
Leng Liewei's entire face was as dark as coal, his chest heaving violently, a sign that a storm was about to come.
