At this moment, Xining saw Zhuang Tian inside the banquet hall, behind Shang Yueling, giving her a triumphant smile. Right in front of her, Zhuang Tian quietly pulled the curtains of the balcony, blocking the view from inside.
Shang Yueling was merely a tool in Zhuang Tian's hands, used to exploit her possessiveness over Shang Lvxing to make her act against Xining.
Unfortunately for her, not only did Shang Yueling fail to shove Xining away, but both her hands were being firmly pinned to the ground beneath Xining's feet. Her whole body was crouched in front of Xining in a pitiful posture, her face turning an angry, embarrassed shade of red.
She gritted her teeth and hissed, "Let me go!"
Her petite and skinny stature had always been a source of insecurity for Shang Yueling. Today, she specifically wore ten-centimeter heels, which made her already unstable balance even worse. Now crouching, she couldn't endure it any longer—in a posture almost "devout," she knelt in front of Xining.