Jhiang Heting rarely came across Jiang Moxi, naturally he wanted to chat with her for a bit.
So, after shaking off the Yan City elite who seemed eager to socialize with him, he immediately began to search around the banquet hall to lock onto Jiang Moxi's figure.
Ascertaining that Jiang Moxi was heading towards the restroom, he followed.
"Those people just now didn't give you any trouble, did they?"
In the corridor leading to the most secluded restroom of the banquet, Jiang Moxi and Jhiang Heting walked one after another.
Jiang Moxi turned around and saw that the person behind her was Jhiang Heting, and her brows relaxed.
"No."
They didn't trouble her; they just found her embarrassing.
But Jiang Moxi didn't like exposing her wounds for others to see, so she left those words unsaid.
"That's good," Jhiang Heting was about to say something.
But Jiang Moxi's brows furrowed again because she sensed the breathing of another person in the space.
