The banquet outside hadn't ended yet, although Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen both had their own motives for attending, it wouldn't be good to disappear for too long.
Fu Jinghen had enjoyed some of Wen Qiao's "tofu" and savored the satisfaction of having a gentle and soft beauty in his arms for a while, and had then made a request that was more of a demand for him to keep some distance from Huo Mutian thereafter. Then they left the resting room one after the other.
When Wen Qiao came out, Fu Jinghen had already returned to the center of the venue.
Having just eaten cake, she felt a bit thirsty. Fortunately, a waiter with a tray passed by, and Wen Qiao picked up a glass of champagne.
She leaned against a wall, gently swirling the glass in her hand, and through the bustle of the crowd, she watched Fu Jinghen, who was surrounded by people not too far away.
Fu Jinghen, this man, how should she put it—was quite an enchanting existence.
