"What? My husband's warning to both of you today wasn't deep enough, and you still want to humiliate yourselves?"
Her gaze swept over the wine party and she laughed, "Everyone here is not an ordinary figure, all influential people from various countries. Are you sure you want to lose face here? This time you'll lose face not just in front of me, but internationally."
She looked at Qin Shuyi with a smirk, and her eyes revealed a hint of schadenfreude, "If others knew that the wife of the great musician Yan Xu has lost face internationally, I wonder if you can still keep your position as Mrs. Yan."
Qiao Xu's last sentence was just a test to verify her own suspicion of Qin Shuyi.
Sure enough, just after she finished her last sentence, a flash of fear and unease crossed the depths of Qin Shuyi's eyes.
This trace of fear was not feigned, but truly revealed from the bottom of her eyes.
