Lu Xiangxiang was always fearless, but Lu Jianhang was one of her invincible weak points. As soon as Yan Molin mentioned his name, Lu Xiangxiang deflated like a balloon pricked by a needle, her arrogance vanishing instantly.
It seemed true that every mean person has their match.
Yan Molin, seeing Lu Xiangxiang's expression, gave a disdainful snort, and then, pulling the silent Xu He Ping, she turned and left.
After they had walked a good distance from the Military District rehearsal, Yan Molin instantly freed herself from Xu He Ping's grasp with a huff, both moved and heartbroken at this foolish man who had stood up to take the scolding for her. "Xu He Ping, are you an idiot? Why did you just stand there and let her, Lu Xiangxiang, point at you and curse?"
