021 Matronly Style

Mo Zhixuan didn't speak, he simply watched everything happening downstairs with great interest.

The voices of condemnation got louder and louder, and Zhou Keting's face grew increasingly pale.

A pampered and spoiled young lady from a wealthy family, when had she ever encountered such hostility? In that moment, she could only turn her pleading gaze to Qian Jiayi, after all, it was for Qian Jiayi's sake that she had spoken so rashly.

To the side, Qian Jiayi ignored Zhou Keting's plea for help, even deliberately moving to maintain a safe distance from her.

What a fool, not filtering her words through her brain. Tonight's attendees were all nobility and high-ranking officials; it would be bad if she implicated herself.

Seeing this, Chu Jin's lips curved into a faint smile. She had thought their friendship was so solid, yet it turned out to be nothing more than this.