All the guests had arrived, and the host was getting ready on stage. The lights had dimmed, and everyone nearby was in their positions.
But at this very moment, Shang Feifei's words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up waves.
Zhou Weiwei's face turned beet red. She was thankful that the lights had dimmed and guessed no one could see her embarrassment at the moment. However, when the guest sitting next to her glanced over with a curious look, Zhou felt a sense of ridicule in their eyes, and she wished she could dig a hole and crawl into it.
When she stood up to apologize, saying, "Sorry, I got too carried away chatting," her eyes accidentally fell on Xia Siyu, who was sitting in the last row. Xia Siyu was still in the same pose, legs crossed, relaxed and elegant. Even though she wasn't looking at Zhou's performance, Zhou felt as if Xia Siyu was mocking her.
