"Xiaoyu, you're being too polite."
Mr Li watched as Tang Xiaoyu took the glass of champagne and downed it in one gulp. Her lips were as red as blood. In this venue, Tang Xiaoyu's eyes would follow Gu Zhengrong wherever he went.
Although he did not have any feelings for her, in his eyes, Tang Xiaoyu's feelings were tied to Gu Zhengrong. How could the person he once loved give up so easily?
"Mr Li, you have taught me many things. You are my benefactor and my master."
Looking at the man before her, Tang Xiaoyu's eyes lit up. She replaced the glass of champagne in her hand and the softness in her eyes melted into the alcohol. All the feelings she had for Gu Zhengrong also melted at this moment.
"Xiaoyu, Gu Zhengrong is here."
Mr Li said in a low voice as he watched Gu Zhengrong walk toward Tang Xiaoyu in his black coat. His eyes were filled with Tang Xiaoyu's silhouette.
"Okay."
