She deliberately pulled down the collar of her dress, revealing a patch of snowy skin on her chest.
She softly called to him, appearing pitiful, "Qingze."
Rong Qingze was talking with someone nearby. Seeing it was Song Yu, and noticing her attire, he frowned slightly.
The person beside him had a smile on his face, but his eyes were fixated on her chest.
Although Rong Qingze was displeased inwardly, he still turned to block her from view.
He gestured an apology to the person next to him and walked toward Song Yu.
"What's the matter?"
Rong Qingze's expression was cold, clearly not wanting too much interaction with her.
Song Yu's eyes were slightly red. She leaned closer to Rong Qingze and, seeing the man subtly step back, gripped her wine glass tightly.
"Qingze, I just wanted to talk to you."
She looked up, revealing her red eyes. At that moment, a tear rolled down her cheek, making her appear very pitiful.
But Rong Qingze was unmoved.
