"What's going on here? Can't get in without an invitation?"
As Wen Mian stood at the entrance waiting for Mo Xiaoqi to deliver the invitation, a familiar figure suddenly approached from beside her.
Looking up, she saw Zhao Moxuan calmly walking towards her.
His phoenix eyes were closely observing every move Wen Mian made.
The astute light that crossed the depths of his eyes, however, was clearly captured by Wen Mian.
He must have approached her just to mock and shame her.
"What a coincidence."
Wen Mian glanced at him sidelong, didn't greet him, and after speaking, withdrew her gaze.
Zhao Moxuan, though, continued to move closer to Wen Mian, the mockery and teasing in his eyes becoming more pronounced than any other emotion.
"Indeed, a coincidence. But why don't you go in? Do you not have an invitation, or are you waiting for someone?"
Wen Mian didn't speak, so Zhao Moxuan began to speculate on his own.
