But at this moment, He Chuntai no longer possessed his former bravado; his face had turned as pale as paper, his body was trembling slightly, and he didn't even dare to meet Chi Yu's gaze directly, only lowering his head in feigned silence.
This attitude was essentially an admission of submission.
Chi Yu had seen such scenes many times before, and under normal circumstances, He Chuntai would have had no chance of survival.
But now, driven by lust, Chi Yu couldn't be bothered to deal with He Chuntai.
He turned to Yan Meishu, whose complexion was equally pale, and let out a sneering chuckle, "Miss Yan, what do you think of my proposal just now? If you have no objections, let's go have our fun, and then return to the banquet, shall we?"
This was no longer teasing; this was a verbal assault on Yan Meishu's dignity.
Yet, faced with this situation, not a single person dared to speak up.
Many even watched with schadenfreude.
