"Don't joke around."
Shen Jianian tilted her head back, freeing herself from his grip. Fu Jichen's status was distinguished, allowing him to walk unhindered in Yicheng, but that didn't mean he could freely disrupt the Qin Family's wedding banquet.
There's a saying, a mighty dragon cannot overpower a local serpent.
The Qin Family is akin to a local serpent in Yicheng.
"If you truly want to crash the party to vent, no one would dare utter a word against it." Fu Jichen handed the tie to her, slightly raising his chin, "Do you know how to tie it?"
Shen Jianian lifted her gaze, and the sight that greeted her was the man's Adam's apple, its contours sharp yet somewhat sexy, with a scratch mark just below it.
Her gaze paused, Shen Jianian recalled that it must have been a mark she accidentally made last night, quickly averting her eyes from the suggestive scar.
"Don't you know?" Fu Jichen lowered his eyes, catching the fleeting odd expression on her face.
"No, I don't."
