More and more people gathered at the door, all here to watch the commotion. Lu Xi instinctively hid half of her face—it was her reflex as a former public figure, afraid of facing the crowd.
The men Lu Xi had brought along suddenly stepped forward and seized her hands.
Realizing that she was restrained and unable to break free, Lu Xi could only silently brace herself to take this slap. She reflexively closed her eyes.
The troublemaking woman's eyes flashed with malice; she reached out and swung her hand to slap Lu Xi, but it was intercepted midway.
The imagined slap didn't land. Lu Xi opened her eyes in confusion.
Qiao Xiaren had stopped the troublemaker's hand in midair, her expression cold: "You're so noisy."
The simple, blunt remark oozed with Qiao Xiaren's impatience and arrogance.
"What are you? How dare you block me? Let go of me!" Overcome with shame and anger at being subdued by another woman, the troublemaker struggled but was unable to free herself.
