Her beautiful eyes seemed to be lost in the depths of an abyss.
"Everything is destined and love can't be forced."
"Wen Xuxu, do you really think so?"
There was an enigmatic smile on her face and suddenly, she tilted her head and gulped down an entire glass of wine.
Secretary Liu, who was sitting beside her, inched closer and whispered, "Jiayin, don't drink so much."
His eyes swept past Yan Rusheng swiftly and said softly, "I don't see how the current Young Madam Yan is better than you."
"The Young Madam Yan now…"
Fang Jiayin threw a glance at Yan Rusheng and Xuxu. Her expression was unfathomable.
She placed the glass down. She turned to look at Secretary Liu as she rubbed her temples. "Uncle, when is the celebration ending? I have a slight headache and I would like to go home first."
She ignored his previous comment and declined to divulge her thoughts to him.
