"Xin Xiaozhen, don't forget that I am your fiancé." Xiang Qingyun roared in fury.
"So what if you're my fiancé? I, Xin Xiaozhen, only want the man I like. I want Li Chengyun, not you." Her tone was arrogant and indulgent, as if all the men in the world were hers for the picking.
After speaking, she walked upstairs. Just now, Yu Jingrong and Li Chengyun had left the auction hall from here.
The upstairs area was a dining room, and Li Chengyun had taken Yu Jingrong there to eat, not to leave.
Xin Xiaozhen saw Li Chengyun sitting elegantly, like a medieval nobleman, having just finished ordering from the menu, he was handing it over to a servant.
Yu Jingrong was on the opposite side, his head down looking at his phone, the corner of his mouth lifted slightly. His voice was clear, charming, "If I knew there was a dining room up here, I would've come sooner."
