Fu Mingyu had walked out for quite a while, yet Qin Yuyan was still stunned in place.
She couldn't believe, or rather, she didn't want to believe what had just happened. The man with whom she'd shared such intimacy, that was him, Fu Mingyu. How could he possibly appear in Las Vegas?
Yes, it had to be Qin Yuji. It must be her.
Thinking of how Fu Mingyu had hurried to chase after and explain to Qin Yuji, Qin Yuyan's heart instantly conjured up a melodramatic scene that could fill a prime-time soap opera.
And in Qin Yuyan's eyes, what she guessed was indeed the truth.
Yes, it had to be like this.
Musing to herself, Qin Yuyan was suddenly steaming with rage.
Looking up, Qin Yuji was just walking out of the photo studio, and Fu Mingyu, approaching her with large strides, had a face that looked relieved of a heavy burden.
Without thinking too much, Qin Yuyan chased after them at once. In a few moments, she blocked Qin Yuji and Fu Mingyu's path.
