Wen Wan felt as if Rong Xiya's gaze was clustered with flames, and she had unwittingly become the love rival of another.
"Big Brother Qing, where's my birthday gift?" Rong Xiya's face changed too quickly, in the blink of an eye, she was pleasant again and stretched out her hand towards Mo Siluo for her gift.
The bodyguard behind Mo Siluo handed the gift to Rong Xiya, and then Wen Wan heard the man say, "Happy birthday, Sister Xiya."
Wen Wan wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but it seemed like Mo Siluo deliberately emphasized the words "sister." It looked like he really didn't like this woman.
Mo Siluo was inherently luminous, the center of attention wherever he went. Naturally, the bevy of women around him was never in short supply. At first, Wen Wan stayed by his side, but it wasn't long before she was squeezed out by those social butterflies.
