"Feng Jingtian, on what basis do you insult Sister Lan Yue?"
It seemed Feng Jingtian's words had gone too far; a beautiful woman quickly stepped forward to support Lan Yue, who was swaying, and then glared at Feng Jingtian with vehemence.
"Sister Lan Yue just likes you, what right do you have to insult her? Her status as your fiancée was arranged by the Feng Family Patriarch and our father, you have no right to choose!"
Feng Jingtian's eyes narrowed dangerously, the smile on his red lips was enchanting yet sinister, like the blood flowers from hell, so alluring to the soul.
"Lan Xin!" Lan Yue's complexion changed drastically, knowing that Feng Jingtian was already angry, "Stop talking."
