Sitting for too long and having drunk so much, Xia Yuxun was suddenly pulled up, causing her to feel dizzy and black out, losing consciousness.
Leng Sichen looked at Li Yunzhe with displeasure, like a beast guarding its food, and without saying a word, scooped her up by the waist.
Watching Leng Sichen's departing figure, Li Yunzhe downed the wine in his glass, his eyes dark and ominous, "Qianníng, is this the man you've chosen?"
Ah, women, that's how they are, ignore them, and they pine for you; dote on them, and they seek others.
Why would you rather be with this cold and heartless man, whose heart isn't with you at all, and not even give me a second glance?
Does Leng Sichen owe his success today to nothing but the little legacy his ancestors left? Fortune turns like a wheel, I don't believe his luck will last forever. I, Li Yunzhe, will not lose to him for a lifetime!
"Haoyang, I'm leaving first." Leng Sichen greeted Lan Haoyang.
