Yan Yue's gaze seemed to materialize into two laser beams that burned a hole in Yan Ruo's hand that was holding Bai Lin's.
Today, she had specially worn the aqua blue that she did not like, just so that it could match Yan Ruo's indigo suit.
However, Yan Ruo was even stingy with giving her an extra glance.
For a moment, the mask of nobility that she had put up for so many years was almost shattered by Yan Ruo's soft words toward Bai Lin.
The sharp pain in her palms made her perk up again.
There were many other people here, so she could not lose her composure and let others see her as a joke.
Yan Yue let out a breath of annoyed air. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and her face quickly regained its cold and noble expression.
The surrounding heiresses and female celebrities did not even dare to breathe loudly when they saw this scene.
