Xiao Yiran's words carried deep meaning and a faint hint of amusement.
Mo Chuxi put down his phone and immediately opened Weibo.
Yan Xinxin's name prominently appeared on the trending list. He clicked on the headline, which included a detailed introduction to Yan Xinxin's personal information, accompanied by images from tonight's event in the banquet hall.
The photos were taken from excellent angles, showcasing Yan Xinxin in the exquisite dress he personally designed. The dress seemed tailor-made to accentuate her graceful figure.
Under the crystal chandelier, her flawless and refreshing face was perfectly captured in the lens.
Everything seemed positive.
But in the end, there was an additional photo of her standing next to Mu Qianshui.
At the long table, Yan Xinxin held a plate in her hand, her smile carrying a subtle undertone, while Mu Qianshui offered her a glass of red wine, looking at her with a mix of confusion and slight grievance.