He squinted his azure eyes, his jaw like a perfectly crafted sharp blade, slightly raised, intentionally: "Guess."
With that, he pushed the door open and left.
Her mood was like a basin of water, disrupted by the stone he threw in for no reason.
Maybe it was uncomfortable to think he treated her like his other mistresses.
She stood in a daze for a while, rubbed her chest vigorously, took a breath, and walked out as if nothing had happened.
***
Castle, first floor, banquet hall.
The crystal chandelier shone magnificently over the entire hall, emanating a radiant splendor.
Along the horseshoe-shaped banquet table sat the elders and important figures of Beiming Hall.
At the back of the banquet hall, Beth parted the curtain, and Liang Anya saw the scene outside.
Si Yuheng had changed into a black formal suit, sitting at the foremost part of the long table, at the center of everyone.
