Song Weiyi laughed, "Is it because you're feeling lonely? That's what happens when you don't have a Flower Protector."
"Song Weiyi, just try laughing again!"
As they spoke, they had already arrived at the Fu Family's villa hallway.
The living room, big enough to accommodate two to three hundred people, was filled with the aroma of delicious food. Everyone was holding wine glasses, dressed to the nines, either successful professionals or wealthy socialites—it was quite lively.
Song Weiyi gripped Pei Yibai's hand tightly. In truth, this was her first time attending a formal cocktail party.
In the past, Fu Zining never gave her the opportunity to attend such events. Naturally, Song Weiyi wasn't qualified to join.
Pei Yibai chuckled softly, "You're holding my hand so tight, are you nervous?"
Song Weiyi was looking for Zhao Mengmeng's figure, and hearing his words, she didn't deny it.
