What was initially a gentlemanly exchange of words suddenly escalated to physical conflict, leaving Ning Xiaofei quite surprised.
In the midst of the hurried moment, she instinctively shook off Gu Xinqi's hand that was clutching her arm; by that time, the beautiful purplish-red cocktail had already spilled out of the glass.
Ning Xiaofei knew she couldn't dodge it and cursed herself inwardly for underestimating the girl's combativeness.
There was a whoosh of air beside her, carrying stray strands of hair past her ears.
Her arm was suddenly grasped, and before she knew it, she had been pulled away from where she stood. The scene before her eyes flashed, and a man had positioned himself in front of her.
Ning Xiaofei lifted her face in astonishment, meeting the man's eyes.
His handsome eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his dark eyes were filled with urgency.