Yang Yanqing's gaze hadn't shifted from Mo Yunchen since he entered, a trace of infatuation in her eyes; her hand holding the champagne was a bit damp, she was nervous.
Watching Mo Yunchen standing in the crowd, surrounded yet still standing out, his tall, slender, noble figure, and that exquisite, handsome profile made it impossible for her to look away.
Lin Yan noticed Yang Yanqing's gaze and gently nudged her arm, "Why, do you like Master Mo?"
Yang Yanqing shyly glared at Lin Yan, elegantly taking a sip of champagne, "Stop talking nonsense, I... I don't, how could I have the qualifications to like him!"
