Qiao Mo's gaze was somewhat sore, and she finally looked away to Jiang Jinghao across from her, softly saying, "Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Jinghao seemed a bit lost, the mention of Mr. Jiang making his face turn a shade paler.
Fu Nancheng slowly curled his lips, a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes.
Qiao Mo avoided Jiang Jinghao's gaze, her eyes always resting on the ground in front of her feet.
The men beside them gradually sensed something was off in the atmosphere, but for a while they couldn't grasp the situation.
One of them tried to smooth things over, saying, "I didn't expect Young Master Fu and Jing Hao to know each other before. This must be fate. Today, we must have a good gathering no matter what."
Thus, the group entered a private room at Tingyu Pavilion together.
The private room was spacious, with a touch of elegance in its decor, as Qiao Mo walked to the table.
