Yao Xinchun has always been quite self-centered, and her sense of superiority is immense. The more others look down on her, the straighter she stands, maintaining her composure and high-mindedness.
Suddenly, the music began to play. Shen Lingxing tenderly placed a kiss on Mi Jing's forehead before walking towards Yao Xinchun.
He was a man of remarkable looks, and as he approached Yao Xinchun, the scene truly was picturesque.
Whoosh—
The lights in the venue suddenly dimmed. A spotlight promptly focused on Shen Lingxing and Yao Xinchun, enclosing them in a circle of light.
"They really make a great pair."
As the elegant music flowed, a slightly cold voice drifted over. Mi Jing turned to see a somewhat familiar face.
"What a coincidence, we meet again." Zhao Yufan swirled the red wine in his glass, the deep red liquid swaying gently. He smiled broadly and greeted Mi Jing naturally.
