Perhaps sensing the slightly off aura of those around her, Su Jiuyi quickly turned her face aside, laughed heartlessly, and raised a hand to her temple, standing upright to salute: "At your service, BOSS."
After Shi Aoju left, she felt extremely bored, glancing around the guests. Most of the female guests were wearing gowns with long skirts like hers, although some were wearing sexy, hot outfits that even made Su Jiuyi a bit envious.
She wondered how many of these people had once mocked her, and how many stood on the same side as Zhao Shuya. And she wondered just what kind of masks those two old guys would wear.
She stood next to the table, eating while enjoying the wonderful music.
"Have you heard that Xiao Chen's father plans to engage him to the eldest daughter of the Su Family?" Not far off, a group of masked socialites gathered, glasses of wine in hand, discussing.
