He was not from the same world as hers.
Without Shang Jingchen by her side, she had nothing else to do at the banquet but to watch from the corner as the crowd of fashionable men and women buzzed about, popping elegant appetizers and delicious cocktails, their faces aglow with delight.
"Pour me a drink." A spoilt and arrogant voice of girl rang from her side.
Ye Lu turned in surprise. Was she talking to her?
The girl was a stunningly dressed-up beauty, in a black strapless gown, her eyes were big but vacant, and there was a hint of neuroticism in her look.
Ye Lu didn't want to argue with these pampered ladies.
Besides, she felt that this girl was emanating an uncontrollable agitation.
She poured a low-alcohol cocktail and handed it over.
Grimacing with impatience, the girl in black snapped, "I want the stronger one."
"You'll get drunk," replied Ye Lu.
"Forget it, you're so annoying." The girl left, climbing the European-style circular staircase.
