The bar lights shook violently amid the commotion. Wei Ziyun's actions drew complaints from much of the crowd below the stage. He knocked the champagne tower at the edge of the stage into disarray, leaving the runway and dance floor in utter chaos. Someone protested, "Who the hell is this guy? How can he just get onstage and drag someone away?"
"Is there no order here? Where's security?!"
"We were just getting into it! What's his problem? Even if he fancies someone, he can't just drag them off like that. Does he think he's choosing a consort?"
Wei Ziyun kept his head down. Exceptionally good at weathering pressure, he didn't argue back no matter what anyone said. He forcibly pulled Yin Sufang off the stage and pushed him toward the bar's emergency exit.
"What are you doing, Wei Ziyun?" Yin Sufang unhappily put his fallen shoulder strap back in place, a triumphant smile curving his lips. "You dragged me down just like that. How am I supposed to show my face at this bar again?"
"Are you asking to get fucked?" Wei Ziyun launched into a furious tirade at Yin Sufang. "Who were you putting on that slutty show for?"
"Not you, that's for sure." Yin Sufang rolled his eyes.
Wei Ziyun gritted his teeth and was about to speak when the emergency exit door swung open. Pei Yang came after them, breathless, and flung Yin Sufang's jacket at him. "...Could you discuss it with me beforehand next time you're going to do something like that? Give me a chance to prepare myself."
Yin Sufang pouted as he put on his jacket. "I saw how anxious you were. This bar's huge-were we really supposed to search every corner for him? Besides, why are you making such a fuss? Haven't you