Yu Siting finished speaking and strode over to sit down on a sofa to one side.
Xu Qian was quite dissatisfied, lightly stomping her foot before walking over to take a seat beside Yu Siting. She crossed her arms over her chest and glanced in the direction where Yan Xi was.
"Siting, don't tell me you're refusing to dance with me because of your ex-wife."
The man seated on the sofa glanced at her, his eyes dark as ink and slightly warning.
"Don't spout nonsense."
Xu Qian huffed softly, holding back her discontent and not daring to make another misstep.
She sat quietly next to Yu Siting, her gaze casually drifting in Yan Xi's direction. After all, Yan Xi was Yu Siting's ex-wife, so Xu Qian couldn't help but want to pay attention to her.
She crossed her legs, leaned forward slightly, and propped her chin in her hand, murmuring softly as she watched Yan Xi, "The gown she's wearing isn't as pretty as the one I saw her in at the boutique that day."