Wen Qiao subconsciously wanted to retort, "He wouldn't," but the words reached her lips and she swallowed them back.
It wasn't that she didn't trust Fu Jinghen; rather, their current relationship simply didn't warrant such a definitive claim from her.
"Whatever," Wen Qiao said, her tone revealing not the slightest hint of concern for the matter, "He and I were only engaged and then broke it off. There's nothing between us now, so whoever he wants to bring with him is up to him."
Huo Mutian glanced at her sideways and gave an ambiguous chuckle.
The venue of the banquet was at a manor in the suburbs, rumored to have been the residence of a brigadier general during the period of the Republic of China, and has since become a gathering place for major brands, businesses, and families.
It took more than half an hour to drive from Wen Qiao's apartment to the manor. By the time they arrived at the entrance, there were still fifteen minutes before the banquet started.
