Mo Shiqian frowned, opened his eyes, and looked at him with displeasure.
Feng Xing gave him an even more disdainful glance, then lifted his chin, pointed toward the door, and said in a tone that suggested he was looking forward to the drama, "Your woman is coming in with a murderous look, seems like she's about to cause trouble."
Mo Shiqian looked up and naturally saw the little woman who had already walked in; his eyes narrowed, and he stood up.
Ji Yu followed behind Chi Huan, her shoulders shrinking in fright from the display in the private room, almost to the point of clutching at Chi Huan's clothes.
Chi Huan lowered her head and asked stoically, "Is it here?"
"Yes."
"Who is the woman that Youran mentioned?"
Chi Huan had gone straight to the private room where the birthday party was held that day, and then dragged out Ji Yu, who hadn't left yet, to lead the way.
In fact, Chi Huan didn't need Ji Yu to point her out; she knew who it was with just one glance.
