Beiming Yu watched her leave and then withdrew his gaze.
"Miss Rong is actually quite pretty," Huangfu Ye said inexplicably.
Beiming Yu ignored him and leaned over to whisper a few words in Beiming Han's ear.
Beiming Han's expression slightly changed, and the hand holding the glass tightened even more.
"Big brother, what's wrong?" Huangfu Ye noticed something was off and looked at him nervously.
"If he dares to do that, I will tear him apart with my own hands!" Beiming Han exuded a killing intent.
"I knew you'd react like this, so I thought I'd give you a heads-up. There's only a month left until the election, and we absolutely cannot afford any mistakes." Beiming Yu heavily patted Beiming Han's shoulder.
These past few days, Beiming Yu had been contemplating what Beiming Jue would do with this charity banquet, and the ultimate conclusion was... relationships!
Beiming Han's Achilles' heel—Gu Qingxin!
His Achilles' heel—Mu Nansheng!
