An Ling's accompanying bodyguards saw Ming Ruochu leaving with another man, not even sparing An Ling a glance, and everyone's faces revealed anger, yet they didn't dare to speak out.
An Ling was extremely fond of this woman, and they couldn't afford to offend her.
In any case, the small commotion at the state banquet thus ended.
Qiao Chengxun made his way through the crowd, striving to find his girl, but he couldn't locate her anywhere.
Meimei, are you deliberately hiding from me?
His heart, immensely desolate.
Han Dingxi followed and called out to him from behind, "Mr. Qiao."
Qiao Chengxun halted.
Han Dingxi walked up to his side and slipped her hand through his arm, "My brother just called me, that old fox An Shijie has already started to make his move."
Qiao Chengxun didn't respond and kept walking, a frosty desolation in his eyes.
Han Dingxi sneaked a glance at him, her heart trembling fiercely, emotions running amok and leaping uncontrolled.
