Ji Yi knew she should raise her glass to Mr. Sun, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't lift her arm.
There were capitalists all around them; each incomparably insightful. Ji Yi hesitated for just a moment, but someone sensed that something was wrong and noted the suspicion in both her and Mr. Sun's eyes.
Mr. Sun handed the glass in his hand to Ji Yi again and pretended to be just as dazed as Ji Yi while silently plotting to win some face back. "Ji Yi?"
Hearing this, Ji Yi raised her eyes and glanced at the smile on Mr. Sun's lips.
It was the same fake smile he used back then. Her expression changed slightly as her fingers reached for the glass. It felt like a giant boulder was weighing down her arms, making it even more difficult for her tensed-up body to clink his glass.
The atmosphere around them became awkward from Ji Yi's silence.
