Her face was exquisite, and her aura enchanting. The pale, purple cheongsam made her skin look extremely fair and bright. An ancient-looking hairpin held her hair in place. She smiled sweetly like the beautiful ladies in traditional Chinese paintings; it was enchanting and mesmerizing.
All of a sudden, Xu Weilai couldn't move her feet anymore; she stood frozen on the spot as though someone had inserted needles into her vital acupuncture points.
So Yun Rou was here. It was indeed her reception, just as Su Ziqian had said.
Did Gu Yu know about this? Did he spend so much money to bring her along merely to show everyone their deep relationship? So he could provoke Yun Rou?
She glanced, in a daze, at the two people on the terrace.
