Qin Sixue supported Zhu Jianian as they left together.
Ji Wei watched their departing figures, a seed of doubt sprouting in her heart.
This Zhu Jianian had left far too decisively, making it impossible not to be on guard. Perhaps she was up to some mischief again.
As Ji Wei took her leave, the door of one of the dressing rooms creaked open, and a figure clad in a sleek black outfit slipped out, trailing in the direction Zhu Jianian had gone.
At the party scene.
The number of guests kept increasing, most of them young people of Qin Sixue's age group.
Ji Wei glanced at the time; it was close to eight. Before leaving, Mo Qian had called her, saying something urgent had come up at the office and that he'd likely be late.
"Miss Ji, do you mind if I join you?" A sultry, seductive voice suddenly rang out.
Ji Wei lifted her gaze to see Zimei holding a glass of champagne, one arm crossed over her chest as she appeared before her.
