At the cocktail party held in the dining room, many people gathered together, toasting and mingling with elegant manners, engaging in lively conversations.
Chang Ying followed her father, Chang Zhonghe, and stepmother, Zheng Ling, with a wine glass in hand, constantly weaving through the crowd to offer toasts.
But her face showed a cold disposition; at each stop, she would just offer a dry toast, take a small sip, then move on.
Facing these people, she felt uncomfortable all over, as if she were conversing with a group of people wearing masks. She did not like this kind of occasion.
Yet even so, many scions and young masters swarmed around her like moths to a flame, either wanting to befriend her or to invite her for a dance.
Chang Ying was dressed quite simply, but it still couldn't conceal her stunning beauty and figure.
Unfortunately, anyone who approached her for conversation was rejected by her.
