Liu Wentian looked at Li He, who hurriedly picked up her cellphone, fiddled with it for a moment, then held it up to Liu Wentian's eyes.
In the cellphone screen was a woman in a black evening gown, with her long hair pinned up, tall and slender, with no makeup yet stunningly gorgeous. Her expression was icy cold, clearly at a banquet surrounded by countless people offering her compliments, but she stood aloof as if she were detached from the world, out of place, like a queen who deemed it beneath her to converse with these people.
Liu Wentian didn't speak, only his eyes became slightly red. He squinted, took a deep breath, and then walked toward Yan Tian.
"Liu Wentian, you..."
Seeing Liu Wentian's strange behavior, Bai Ruguo wanted to call out to him, but Li He patted her shoulder and shook her head, "Yaoyao, Liu Wentian must have something to deal with. When a man goes to do something without a word, it's best for women not to interfere."
