the heavy doors of the hall slowly closed.
as usual, yu tingchuan was wearing a navy blue suit with a light blue pocket scarf and a white shirt. the collar was slightly open, and with his tall and slender figure, he looked elegant and casual. his mature and charming facial features exuded a restrained and steady texture. the moment he appeared at the wedding venue, a few people who looked like ceos went over to greet him.
song qincheng's seat was in the corner. someone from the main table also stood up and strode towards the door.
yu tingchuan's appearance instantly became the center of attention.
the warm 'president yu' and the laughter could be heard faintly.
seeing yu tingchuan shake hands and pat someone else's shoulder, song qincheng forced herself to look away. she lowered her head and slowly tightened her grip on the wine glass.
the phone call in the washroom came to mind.
