Those over there are "old friends"; it would obviously be inappropriate not to go and say hello.
Of course, she went in the posture of a victor, to savor the fruits.
As she approached, the conversation at the round table gradually subsided.
Complex and meaningful gazes concentrated on her, with varied expressions from everyone.
Wang Yubo's hand gripping the wine glass suddenly tightened, staring at her coldly.
However, Shen Yuyan didn't care, she looked directly at Zhao Hongkai, gently raised her glass, and said in a gentle yet sharp tone, "We meet again, President Zhao."
Zhao Hongkai's face was pale, lips tightly pressed, without a word.
"Hehe." Shen Yuyan smiled lightly, her tone polite yet laced with sarcasm, "It seems President Zhao is blaming me for my previous question, but—"
