Hearing Yi Nuo's voice, the Prince immediately turned to Jiang Qingli, his gaze piercing.
Jiang Qingli's scalp tingled with dread. She scrambled to salvage her reputation, saying, "I didn't know he was coming..."
"I know." Qin Muye took a step forward. "I mean, I'll go deal with him."
He gave off the air of a rightful partner about to tear into a homewrecker. Afraid another brawl would break out, Jiang Qingli quickly stopped him. "Let's just go together."
Jiang Qingli raised her voice and shouted toward the door, "Just a moment!"
Only after shouting did she remember there was someone else in the room.
"It's fine. Don't mind me." The odd man out, Que Feiling, clutched his battered and bruised face. "I know where to go."
With that, he walked behind the curtains and pulled them closed.
His bruised and swollen face looked so pitifully wronged, with a hint of brokenness, that Jiang Qingli couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy.
