Nangong Rongyao looked at Wen Jia. "I'll dance with her."
Wen Jia's nails pierced her palms before she could maintain her elegance. She forced a smile. "Alright, go ahead."
Nangong Rongyao secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He was really worried that if Wen Jia did not agree, this matter would be out of control because He Rong was a person who did not care about anything.
He Rong smiled smugly. "If not for the fact that Young Lady Wen can sit steadily in the main wife's seat, this magnanimity is not something ordinary people can compare to. To be honest, if it were me, I would have put up a fight long ago."
If only it was Qiao Feng. Unfortunately, that guy hadn't come yet. He probably wouldn't come.
She was disappointed and angry, so someone had to accompany her.
Wen Jia's face turned ferocious. "Some people are too thick-skinned to fight." With that, she turned around and walked out.
