Fu Yu's face was filled with reluctance.
She had managed to get close to Qi Yunqian again these past few days because she had forged a diagnosis certificate for herself with moderate depression.
Before the banquet these past few days, Qi Yunqian treated her just as well as he used to treat Song Shiwei before she appeared.
But this good time had not lasted long before it was disrupted.
All thanks to that bitch, Song Shiwei, and that nosy older brother!
If not for them, how could Yunqian have abandoned her again?
The more Fu Yu thought about it, the more she couldn't get over it.
She wanted to immediately teach Song Shiwei a lesson and vent this pent-up resentment.
Fu Yu pondered hard, her gaze passing through the banquet hall's floor-to-ceiling windows and landing on the garden pond outside, sparking an idea in her mind.
Fu Yu sneered and walked toward the direction of Song Shiwei and Shen Yanhe.
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In a corner of the banquet hall.
