Jiang Keke's eyes brimmed with hatred, her aversion to Yan Luoxi had reached its limits – that damn Bai Lianhua was just like La Zhuangzhuang, a despicable wretch; yet she dared covet her Seventh Brother. She had to figure out how to deal with her properly.
Watching Jiang Keke leave with a flick of her sleeve, Yan Luoxi couldn't help but sneeze several times from the chill.
Tian Lingyun looked at her with concern, "Erluo, your gown is soaking wet. I'll go let the organizers know, and we can head back first."
Yan Luoxi rubbed her nose and nodded at her, "Then I'll wait outside for you. I don't want to be gawked at like a monkey here."
"Okay." Tian Lingyun quickly left.
Yan Luoxi looked up and met Fu Lun's gaze. Thinking she was still wearing his jacket, she felt it wouldn't be right to leave without informing him. She asked, "How come you're in Jiangcheng?"
