Some uncontrollably let their gaze fall upon the woman beside him, her features cold as if drawn with ink collided with her inquisitive stare, and she quickly lowered her head, withdrawing her eyes.
So beautiful... Not just a delicate facade that could be seen through at a glance, but a kind of beauty that tantalized, where temperament and appearance mingled together.
No wonder Mr. Feng would show her such favoritism.
Yao Qing looked at the delicate-looking waitress, the more she looked, the more familiar she seemed. But Feng Ye had already urged her to move on, so she didn't think too much about it.
In private room 0402, just as Feng Ye pushed the door open, the room burst into raucous laughter and chatter.
Yao Qing peered through the gap in the door and saw that it was not only the so-called Mr. Zhang present.
There were many men and women dressed in fine clothes, and the warm light appeared somewhat blurred amidst the clinking of glasses and toasts.