Meng Xi'er froze entirely, taking a step forward, trying to break free from Gu Huai'an's embrace. However, the man's fingers around her waist suddenly tightened, with such strength it almost broke her.
She bit her lip, feeling Lu Yebai's gaze on her, growing colder by the second. In her panic, she averted her gaze, but in her peripheral vision, she noticed a vivid red against Lu Yebai's arm.
She jolted, swung her head around, and spotted Du Xiaorong, in a red cheongsam, running in from outside, wrapping her arm around Lu Yebai's.
They looked intimate.
Du Xiaorong raised her head, saying something to Lu Yebai with a wide smile on her face. Lu Yebai looked at her, didn't refuse her closeness, and the two of them entered the crowd together.
Of course, it wasn't unusual meeting Lu Yebai at such an event.
But, why was Du Xiaorong by his side?
It shouldn't be. They had no reason to be so close. Had Lu Yebai forgotten that Du Xiaorong was the architect of their fall-out?