Jun Mochan gave Ah Chuan a look, Ah Chuan nodded and waved at the bodyguard behind him.
The bodyguard stepped forward, parting the crowd, "Excuse me, make way, please."
The sudden appearance of the bodyguard quieted the boisterous venue instantly. A man in a suit and leather shoes, cool and ethereal, walked slowly from behind the bodyguard.
Like a god descending from the sky.
Everyone forgot to move, all staring blankly at Jun Mochan.
Jun Mochan removed Shi Yang's hand, rescued Ye Ranran, lifted her onto his shoulder, and ordered Ah Chuan, "Handle the aftermath."
"Yes, President."
"Jun Mochan, what are you doing? Let me go." Ye Ranran was not willing to be carried away by him like this, and she slapped his back hard.
Jun Mochan put her down from his shoulder and held her in his arms.