Pan Hua seemed to realize what he had just said and became furiously embarrassed, "Are you fucking fishing for my words?!"
In a fit of rage, he raised his palm, ready to slap Yan Yueqing's face.
Lin Qiming saw this and grabbed Pan Hua's hand, fuming, "You dare to touch her?!"
Smack—
With a backhand slap, Lin Qiming sent Pan Hua's wig flying.
With his buzz cut and gaudy makeup, he looked utterly hideous.
The barrage of comments was nearly swooning with sweetness!
"President Lin protecting his wife! So domineering!"
"Is Lin Qiming Yan Yueqing's behind-the-scenes husband? Emmmm it doesn't quite seem like it... I always feel like President Yue is even more manly than President Lin haha."
"Just now that pervert was about to hit President Yue, and she didn't even blink an eye, how domineering is that."