Qian Xueying raised her hand to touch up her lipstick; the area on her chest where Abel had bitten her scraped against her clothes, causing a rasping pain. Her fingers clenched, snapping the lipstick in half.
"Abel, you bastard, one day, I'll castrate you myself!"
Footsteps sounded from behind, and knowing someone had entered, Qian Xueying hurriedly put away her lipstick.
Sure enough, a young noble lady who had come to the banquet walked in. Seeing her, Qian Xueying immediately put on a smile and greeted the newcomer.
"What a lovely banquet."
The other woman praised with a smile.
"Thank you!"
Qian Xueying watched her walk into the restroom with a smile, which faded as soon as she was out of sight.
A good banquet?
Of course!
...
...
Inside the banquet hall.
Abel came out of the restroom and immediately took out his phone to call Huangfu Jue.
"Mission accomplished."
"The result?" The man's voice was simple and direct.
