Su Yan was taking photos for them offstage.
Yan Rusheng was standing in front of the crowd, and Xuxu was standing right beside her. At that moment, Su Yue felt like the happiest girl in the world.
A radiant smile framed her small face, like the rising sun—fresh and full of life and vitality.
'It must be the strong alcohol taking a toll on me. That must be it.'
Ming Ansheng hurriedly retracted his gaze. Fragments of all the times he had spent with Su Yue flooded his mind. Especially the time when she clung on to him for her dear life after he had saved her from the hands of that bunch of crooks.
His body quickly temperature rose. He raised his wine glass, finishing his drink in one gulp. He stood up, then told Jiang Zhuoheng, "I need to rest. I'll make my way back to the room first."
Immediately, he made a beeline to the door of the main lobby.
