With everyone around carrying various thoughts, or glaring at Yu Mingyue, Shang Ruyi kept looking towards the back of the hall, glancing several times, her eyes full of worry.
Yu Wenye turned his head to look at her: "What's wrong?"
"I, I'm a bit worried about my brother."
"Worried about Fu Ming?"
"Yes,"
Shang Ruyi nodded, her gaze still on Shen Wuzheng, and said softly, "He's not the kind of person who can talk his way out of things, but after Yu Mingyue questioned him just now, he couldn't utter a single word. I've never seen him so angry. My brother is a scholar, he should have stood up and refuted Yu Mingyue's words. But he—"
Yu Wenye was silent for a moment, also looking at Shen Wuzheng, who was sitting a few seats away from him, his face still not fully calm, and said heavily: "You're right."
"Hmm?"
"He's never been so angry before."
"…"
