"Junior sister, what's wrong?"
Wen Xiaoqiu stood beside Lu Fengxuan and quickly noticed something was amiss, asking softly with concern.
Lu Fengxuan came to her senses, lowered her head, and took a deep breath, "Sister Xiaoqiu, I'm going to the restroom, if grandfather Wen asks, could you please tell him for me?"
After speaking, she didn't wait for Wen Xiaoqiu to respond and turned away to leave.
She encountered a waiter midway, handed over her champagne glass, lifted her skirt, and quickened her pace.
"Shuxian, what are you looking at? Mr. Zheng is asking you a question." Xun Mingjiang quietly pulled on his wife's hand.
At the same time, he followed his wife's gaze but only saw the corridor leading to the banquet hall; there was no one in particular standing there.
Ruan Shuxian withdrew her gaze and light-heartedly laughed towards her husband, "Just looking around. Mr. Zheng, sorry, what did you just say?"
