Without any hesitation, Pei Mozhi strode in with dozens of people.

He shoved aside the students blocking his way without hesitation, and in the blink of an eye, he was standing in front of Zi Xi.

Lily was stunned by the sudden turn of events, and the malicious smile on her face had not yet completely faded.

"Get the hell out of my way!"

Pei Mozhi's voice was deep and resonant, like an echo from hell. He didn't even glance at Lily; he simply raised his hand and swung it away with irresistible force.

Lily cried out in pain, staggered and bumped into the dining table behind her before regaining her balance, her face instantly turning deathly pale.

The next second, Zi Xi was pulled into a familiar embrace by a strong force.

The familiar scent was mixed with violent anger. Pei Mozhi's arms were wrapped tightly around her waist like iron hoops, with such force that he almost wanted to knead her into his body.

Zi Xi's cheek was forced against his violently heaving chest, and all she could hear was the frantic pounding of his heart.

She looked up slightly and met a pair of scarlet eyes.

Those usually nonchalant, smiling eyes were now bloodshot, as if they were desperately suppressing some emotion that was about to collapse.

His thin lips were pressed together until they turned white, and his arms around her tightened.

When his gaze fell on Lin Chen, his eyes instantly grew colder and colder.

"Sir, this is our class reunion, please leave immediately!!"

Lin Chen's expression changed from astonishment to gloom, and he forced himself to speak.

"XiXi... If I had known you were having such a grand party, I wouldn't have come."

Pei Mozhi suddenly called out softly, his voice hoarse and fragile. He lowered his head and rubbed the top of Zi Xi's hair, then raised his eyes, which were misty with tears.

"It's all my fault for missing you so much... Did I interrupt your good time?"

"But you're... having a class reunion?"

He sniffed, his eyelashes casting a fragile shadow.

Someone in the crowd, who had been somewhat frightened, couldn't help but chuckle, then quickly suppressed it.

“Xi Xi…”

He called out softly again, his handsome, aggressive face now veiled with a fragile, vulnerable look.

"XiXi... what kind of grand party is this? It's all roses..."

"Should I not have come?!"

Pei Mozhi tightened his arms and pressed Zi Xi even deeper into his embrace.

She rubbed her cheek against Zi Xi's head in a dependent manner, her posture showing complete helplessness and attachment.

He deliberately paused on the word "solemn," his tone carrying a subtle hint of sarcasm.

"Is this really some kind of love confession scene? It's all my fault for missing Sister Xixi so much that I couldn't help but run over here..."

"Sister won't be upset that I interrupted your good time, will she...?"

Pei Mozhi sniffed, the faint sound unusually clear in the quiet space, as if he was really trying his best to suppress a great sadness.

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but let out a short, sharp laugh, which they quickly suppressed.

The entire banquet hall fell into an eerie silence once again.

Zi Xi was also helpless; what was Pei Mozhi doing, acting like a green tea b*tch?

Everyone stared at Pei Mozhi in disbelief.

The man who had just stormed in like a demon, exuding an aura of violence that warned others to stay away, was now like an abandoned large dog, tearfully hugging Zhao Zixi and calling her "sister."

And he was speaking to their class monitor in such refined and elegant tea-related language?