Before sliding into the dance floor with Mo Li, Su Hongxing threw an almost imperceptible glance at Ye Qilan, who appeared as composed as always.
Despite Ye Qilan's remarkable act, she knew he was inwardly seething at this moment.
Her glance was laden with a trace of irony.
Unlike his old days, Ye Qilan, even though annoyed at Mo Li's sudden intrusion, managed to maintain an outward calm with grace.
It seemed he had underestimated Mo Li, assuming him to be a nobody without any meaningful past.
But seeing how bold Mo Li had been today, suddenly appearing at this banquet, one should know Mo Li was no ordinary man.
Mo Li, his first name Mo.
Was that his real name or a pseudonym?
Over there Su Hongxing and Mo Li were twirling gracefully in their dance. Su Hongxing kept her gaze fixed on Mo Li's face, her curious expression made Mo Li chuckle: "Go ahead and ask whatever you wanna ask."
