"Zhenting, it seems like Mr. Jing is really good to my sister. He must love her a lot," Shen Mei looked at Jing Chenxi, deliberately showing envy on her face.
Throughout the entire evening, Jing Chenxi had devoted himself entirely to Shen Ning. He was busy attending to her every need, cutting the cake together with her, wiping her sweat, and fetching things for her – his care was evident.
Li Zhenting's eyes grew dark like a deep abyss, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He casually asked, "What about your sister? Does she love him?"
"I think she must love him. Otherwise, she wouldn't come out for dinner, especially in a place like this. Look around; every table has couples. It's quite obvious. Besides, a man as outstanding and wealthy as Mr. Jing, which woman wouldn't love him?" Shen Mei thought for a moment and carefully crafted her response.
Li Zhenting's face darkened even more, an inexplicable anger simmering in his chest.
