I'll Be Leaving First

There was no name written on the Ji family's invitation.

When entering the banquet, the invitation card had to be handed to the person guarding the door.

Of course, Song Qingyou didn't have an invitation card anymore.

Ji Yuan didn't react for a moment. Judging from his attitude, he was obviously used to listening to Shen Xiyan.

Song Qingyou smiled coldly and was about to speak when a familiar voice came from outside the crowd.

"Wait a minute."

"I invited Qingyou, and I personally gave her an invitation. How could she not have it?"

Ye Guiwan, who was wearing a wine-red dress, walked along the path made by the crowd.

She must have just gone to see Ji Hui and came down from upstairs.

"Sister Guiwan," Ji Yuan immediately greeted when he saw who it was.

Ye Guiwan responded and continued, "The invitation was already given to the doorman when we came in."