Yang Sixue turned and exclaimed in surprise, "Qiu Jie? What are you doing here?"
Zhao Dong followed her gaze. The man who spoke was dressed in a white suit. He was tall with handsome features and flowing hair—a classic pretty boy who looked like a wealthy heir at first glance.
The man, Qiu Jie, paid no attention to Zhao Dong. His eyes were fixed on Yang Sixue, scanning her from head to toe as a trace of fervor ignited in his gaze. "Sixue, you're still as beautiful as ever. So much so that I almost didn't recognize you."
Yang Sixue offered a faint smile. "You're flattering me. You're looking quite the high-flyer yourself. Are you also here for the gala?"
Qiu Jie laughed. "I am. I never expected to run into you here. It must be fate."
Yang Sixue smiled, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. "That's right, you aren't in the entertainment industry, are you? So how…"
