Seeing this scene, her heart suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable. She withdrew her gaze and gave a faint smile to the gentleman, Sir A, and continued to stuff food into her mouth.
"Jack, so you're here. The dance has begun, let's dance." Just as Sir A was feeling awkward, a petite woman with smoky makeup approached them.
She first glanced coldly at Qianxue, then took Sir A by the arm and dragged him into the crowd of dancers. "Jack, hurry up, I've been looking for you for so long."
Sir A reluctantly glanced at the beauty in the corner and began to dance languidly with the woman, embracing her waist as Qianxue let out a heavy sigh in her heart.
She held her plate and saw Tang Beixiang fawning over an elderly lady with silver-white hair, like a sycophantic dog. From time to time, he made eye contact with her in secret.
