Wen Qiao wore a proud expression on her face, "Can't help it, my personal charm is just too outstanding."
The two of them chatted and laughed as they walked toward the grand hall of the event, not bothering to avoid the journalists present.
As they stepped onto the last staircase, a commotion arose from behind and Wen Qiao turned her head as if she sensed something, looking back.
Upon seeing who it was, Wen Qiao arched her eyebrow.
Huo Mutian's guess was spot on, Fu Jinghen had indeed brought a woman to accompany him to the banquet.
That almost-uttered "He won't" still echoed in her ears, but Wen Qiao didn't feel the slightest annoyance from being proved wrong.
Huo Mutian noticed Wen Qiao's pause, stopped as well, and looked back with her. A flicker of surprise crossed his face when he saw the woman beside Fu Jinghen, "He surely kept a card up his sleeve, I forgot Fu Jinghen has a sister."
