"Her last name is Xia, called Xia Jing."
Wang Xue clearly saw through Yang Yan's thoughts and whispered in his ear:
"We met in elementary school and were together until high school."
"Later, she immigrated, and at first, we still kept in touch."
"After my brother's incident, I moved and we lost contact."
At this point, Wang Xue became noticeably sad, her eyes red, and her voice choked.
Yang Yan stayed quietly beside Wang Xue, not speaking, simply being a listener, quietly listening to her story.
"Forget it, it's a long story; I'll tell you another time when there's a chance."
Wang Xue shook her head, finally deciding to end her narrative.
The party wasn't really different from any other.
However, Wang Xue's friend's family seemed to be quite wealthy.
You could tell this from the attire of the guests attending the banquet.
Just during the time Yang Yan followed Wang Xue through the ballroom, he saw many people wearing luxury watches.
