Lin Xun couldn’t stand the girl called Pei Wen treating everyone beneath her. 

Anyone could see that Xiaohe came with him, but Pei Wen humiliated and targeted Xiaohe in front of him. How could he tolerate that?

“Miss, please leave Skyone Pavilion, this is not a place for someone like you.” The attendants came over and looked at Xiaohe coldly. 

If Xiaohe dared to refuse, they would act immediately.

The atmosphere seemed to have stilled. Xiaohe’s almond-shaped eyes bulged, her pretty face flushed, and her hands and feet trembled with anger. She never imagined something like that to happen. 

“Of course.” Pei Wen said with a smile, “If you kneel and beg now, then perhaps I can forgive you for the past.”

“Never!” Xiaohe yelled. 

“Throw her out!” Pei Wen commanded. 

“Enough!” Lin Xun snapped, his countenance growing cold and an imposing bearing spread outwards from his body.  

Pei Wen’s expression subtly changed, but she sneered straight away, “Young Master, this is the Skyone Pavilion. Are you planning to cause trouble here? If you know what’s good for you,...