In the depths of Ouyang Lei's dark eyes, a momentary flash of painful struggle flickered, then returned to normal, with a hint of powerlessness in his voice: "Meng Qi, please stop."
Shen Mengqi's lips quickly curled into a cold smile and continued to accuse, "Stop? Why shouldn't I speak? Today, I must speak. Ouyang Lei, you are a coward, not even daring to admit your feelings for An Nan, just watching helplessly as she falls into another man's arms, while you suffer alone."
The scene was spiraling increasingly out of control. Ying Chen wanted to step forward and pull Shen Mengqi away, but two men beside him simultaneously stopped him. Quickly perplexed, he cast a glance over and heard a clear, resigned voice enter his ears: "Forget it, let's just allow Meng Qi to express everything in Ouyang Lei's heart today. It's not good for him to keep it bottled up inside."
"But."
