Ji Qian wore a custom-tailored white suit and had his hair meticulously styled, making him look significantly more mature.
Ever since Ji Qian confessed his feelings and was rejected by her, she hadn't seen him for a while either.
She also hadn't seen him earlier at the banquet.
However, as the Xia Family was a prestigious household in Haicheng, and the Ji Family's financial status was nothing to scoff at, it was normal for them to attend the birthday party of Elder Xia.
Shen Yanhe thought for a moment, just a few minutes' delay, and agreed, "Okay."
Joy filled Ji Qian's puppy-like eyes, and the anxiety he had lifted off significantly.
He had thought that, after Shen Yanhe rejected his confession, she would refuse to have a private conversation with him to avoid any suspicion.
Shen Yanhe stepped back and sat down on the couch, her soft, tender hands, delicate as spring onions, clutching the suit jacket draped over her: "What do you want to talk about?"
