Li Junting wasn't really angry about Ling Xi suddenly throwing this stupid party. He was just a little guilty.
He felt an inexplicable sense of guilt. He did not know where this sense of guilt came from.
Everything had returned to normal last night, and he had finally become Ling Xi's man. This should have been a happy occasion, but Ling Xi wasn't by his side when he woke up.
The uneasiness in li Junting's heart grew. He could not wait any longer and had to ask Ling Xi personally ...
*
After a while, li Junting was pushed to the hall on the first floor by uncle Zhao.
As soon as they reached the corridor on the first floor, li Junting's already unhappy face darkened.
There was no other reason. From the corridor to the hall, it was a scene of delicate makeup. The couches and coffee tables in the hall had been moved to the surrounding, and the large empty space in the center became the dance floor for tonight.
