"Qiao Zhaoyue, don't be so arrogant. Brother Fu will get tired of you sooner or later."
Qiao Zhaoyue's lips curved into a smile, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. She stared at Su Ruoyan, "Is that so? Well, I'll be waiting to see that happen!"
After dropping that line, she couldn't be bothered to pay any more attention to Su Ruoyan and walked away.
With her fists clenched out of anger, Su Ruoyan trembled violently, "Qiao Zhaoyue, Brother Fu will forever belong to me only!"
Qiao Zhaoyue turned a deaf ear.
By the time she returned to the banquet hall, she looked around for Fu Yuxiu.
The banquet hall was spacious, bustling with people coming and going. Not seeing Fu Yuxiu, Qiao Zhaoyue let out a sigh of relief.
Just then, someone came by with a glass of champagne. She quickly raised her glass, saying politely, "Thank you."
The other person winked at her, "You're welcome."
"Thank you." Qiao Zhaoyue thanked them again.