Despite Zhao Moxuan's reluctance, he still slinked out.
Next door was Wen Mian's dressing room.
Zhao Moxuan, to avoid embarrassment, deliberately found a deserted place to stay, just not wanting Wen Mian to discover him.
He least of all wanted to get involved in the war among three women.
At the moment, all of Zhao Moxuan's energies were focused on the company.
"How's your relationship with Zhao Moxuan coming along?"
To mask her own desires and thoughts, Liang Yu deliberately changed the subject, just to create the illusion that she didn't care at all.
And Pei Qingqing really hadn't seen through it, continuing along with Liang Yu.
"It's just so-so, not yet the time for marriage, but I guess it's soon."
Liang Yu's smile was one of contentment, the curve of her lips particularly evident.
But only those close to her could tell that the smile did not reach her eyes.
