Lu Xining noticed that among these people, the ones shouting "amazing" and stirring up emotions were always the same few.
She figured that these worldly, wealthy individuals couldn't possibly let their emotions run wild to such an extent—turns out there were "insiders" mixing things up among them.
Every time she focuses deeply on a particular matter, Lu Xining tends to overlook the inconspicuous details.
Ji Muye's gaze landed on her fingers, which were clenched tightly against his palm. The faint little movements she made, tapping gently a few times, were her unconscious habit when lost in thought.
He didn't pull his hand back, nor did he remind the woman beside him.
The rare touch sparked a tide of emotions flooding within him.
Just as he tried to gently curl his fingers to grasp Lu Xining's hand, Shang Lvxing's voice interrupted.
"Xining, you're about to pinch President Ji's palm red," he reminded.
"…Huh?"