Sitting by the side, Ji Xingtang quickly grabbed a tissue and handed it to Liang Nianwei.
"Xiao Weiwei, are you alright? Don't be afraid, she must be lying to you!"
Sheng Youxia did not continue speaking; she just stared at Liang Nianwei's disheveled state.
Liang Nianwei covered her mouth, feeling a violent churning inside her stomach. Unable to bear it any longer, she said weakly, "Xingtang..."
Her voice was full of pity, "Can you take me to the restroom?"
"Okay." Ji Xingtang quickly stood up and grasped Liang Nianwei's arm to assist her there.
Separated by a door panel, violent retching sounds came from inside, and the people sitting at the round table instantly lost their appetite.
Fu Shilv picked up a napkin from the table and slowly unfolded it. Under the crystal chandelier's resplendent and dazzling light, fragments of light scattered onto the rigid bridge of his nose.
His thin lips pursed into a line.
Soon after, Liang Nianwei came out.