Lu Jiayuan was also within range. During dinner just now, he didn't sit at the head of the table, but his gaze kept fixed on her. Beside him was Jiang Xuanqi on one side and Zhao Ziyin on the other. Jiang Xuanqi was fine; she just pursed her lips seeing him constantly look at Jian Anning's back and didn't say much. But Zhao Ziyin couldn't stay quiet. As soon as she saw his expression, she immediately mocked, "What, regretting it, heartbroken, sad? Oh, I forgot to tell you, last month she returned to Toronto and took back what was hers. Now, she's worth billions, has a luxury house and a famous car. Money, talent, looks—she has it all, and she's not interested in men who can't make up their minds!"
