Chai Xiyang sat beside her, but she simply had no interest in speaking, and felt rather uncomfortable.
Despite this, he stubbornly remained seated next to her, occasionally exchanging a few words with the others.
"Qiao Ning, do you have a boyfriend?" a female scriptwriter suddenly asked her.
Qiao Ning was taken aback and shyly shook her head, "No…"
Everyone seemed surprised, "You're so beautiful, and you don't have a boyfriend?"
"Yeah, I don't…" Qiao Ning responded awkwardly.
"How about I introduce you to someone, I know a guy…"
"I could introduce you to someone too…"
Everyone seemed to be quite drunk and enthusiastically playing matchmaker. Qiao Ning was stuck in the middle, torn between refusing and accepting their suggestions.
Then, she caught sight of Chai Xiyang's mocking gaze.
It was as if he was making fun of their ignorance about her past, their futile worries.
It was as if he was mocking her for not deserving their attentions...
