Finally—
Ye Wenjun slowly stood up.
Her slender figure stood in the center of the hall, her aura otherworldly, making people involuntarily hold their breath.
Her gaze was cold, her expression calm.
"Firstly, your siblings are not here... Secondly, whatever your relationship is with my husband, it has nothing to do with me. I will let it slide this time for my husband's sake, but should there be a next time, you will be severely punished."
After speaking, she turned to Shangguan Linghui nearby and said, "Linghui, I'm tired."
"Mm, Sister Wenjun, let's go rest."
Shangguan Linghui helped Ye Wenjun as they walked towards the back.
After this exchange, the entire hall fell silent; no one spoke.
Li Long, Lv Tong, and others were merely ordinary schoolmates, and their status was far below that of Zhang Zhi.
Zhang Zhi invited them purely to make up the numbers.
Who would have expected Ye Wenjun to suddenly become angry?
It has to be said that Zhang Zhi has a thick skin—
