Dinner time.
As the maid responsible for taking care of Yan Xiaye wheeled her into the dining room, she immediately saw Yan Shuirou nestling in Li Beicheng's arms like a delicate bird, waiting for him to feed her while wearing a charming white strapless dress and slightly parted red lips.
The maid's face paled, and, feeling helpless, she exchanged a glance with the butler and could only arrange Yan Xiaye's seat a bit farther away.
However, in Yan Xiaye's view, Yan Shuirou's coquettish behavior in front of Li Beicheng seemed more like that of a pet than a lover.
How desperate must she be to compete with a pet for the affection of a man who no longer loved her?
Unfortunately, she could ignore the other party, but the other party took the initiative to seek her out.
