Not far away, Ye Mingyao watched this scene, his eyes betraying a hint of jealousy.
He had known for a long time that Nan Zhifeng didn't belong to him.
Scenes of Zhantian and Nan Zhifeng being intimate had inexplicably appeared in his mind many times before, but seeing it with his own eyes was still heartburning...
He didn't understand why he was feeling this way.
Very agitated, very uneasy, very uncomfortable.
He picked up his glass and drank one cup after another.
Meng Shiqing saw this and kicked him from behind.
Ye Mingyao turned around and, seeing his father-in-law's warning gaze, found an excuse to walk away.
Meng Wanting didn't notice any of this; she was just happy for Nan Zhifeng.
In a corner, there was another figure, silently observing the scene.
Meng Sijue lowered his head, then looked at the photo on his phone, a bitter smile curling his lips, "How could it be her? I must have made a mistake."
