Paled In Comparison

He Chen's gloomy eyes did not waver. "Tell her to go over by herself after she's done packing."

The butler also knew that this would definitely be the case. He sighed and slowly pushed the wheelchair to the venue of the party.

In the corner, Xia Yan ignored Jing Yan's cold expression and sat beside He Miao to eat dessert with her.

Seeing that Xia Yan had been accompanying her, He Miao could not help but ask, "Don't you need to go and greet the He family head?"

She was just a dabbler who had yet to officially set up a company, but Xia Yan was the future successor of the Xia family. How could she just stay in a corner with her and not meet the host of the gala?

Xia Yan squinted and looked in the direction of the crowd. Her gaze landed on the fat and greasy men at the periphery, and she said with disgust in her eyes, "There's no hurry. I'll go over after these people have dispersed."