Chiang Yu felt a chill in his heart, gave Shao Qiang a warning glare, and quickly stepped forward to explain: "Miss An, please calm down. Shao Qiang just has a bit of a temper, he already knows he was wrong. Shao Qiang, hurry and apologize to Miss An. Or do you want me to bring the Sect Leader here?"
Chiang Yu's suggestive threat made Shao Qiang feel like he had swallowed a pot of muck, his chest felt stifled. He unwillingly glared at An Yiqing, and finally, under everyone's gaze, reluctantly lowered his head.
"Miss An, I'm sorry!"
An Yiqing looked coldly at Shao Qiang, whose eyes were full of resentment and anger, not knowing what was on her mind. She did not speak, and Shao Qiang dared not lift his head, nor did Chiang Yu dare to say anything more.
After a long time, a light, disdainful laugh echoed.
