Qiao Zhaoyue's body stiffened, her breathing becoming rapid, her chest heaving violently.
"What about now?" she finally deigned to speak.
"Heh," Fu Yuxiu scoffed with a cold laugh, "What do you think?"
Qiao Zhaoyue clenched her fists, forcing herself to stay calm, "Is that so? Then I'll just wait and see."
"Don't worry, it won't be too late," Fu Yuxiu said with profound meaning.
He patted Qiao Zhaoyue's shoulder and turned to walk to another table.
This was the seat Fu Yuxiu had specially arranged for Qiao Zhaoyue.
Although they were not close, he did not wish for any male to come into contact with her, not even the slightest hint of flirtatious behavior.
The so-called networking meeting was, in fact, nothing more than eating, drinking, and merrymaking.
The attendees were all rich second-generation kids, from all walks of life, so the atmosphere was also lively.
Qiao Zhaoyue was not adept at such gatherings, especially in such a noisy environment.
