"It shouldn't be."
The two said no more, Qiao Mo holding a glass of champagne, occasionally greeting others. After a while, she finally saw a figure arriving late.
The newcomer was a man about thirty years old, handsome and dashing, with an impressive presence.
A light coffee-colored suit, well-tailored, hair slicked with wax, overall striking, yet not Qiao Mo's type.
She discreetly sized up the man for a while, feeling his gaze was too ostentatious.
Unlike Yan Jiu's frivolity, his was more wanton.
Qiao Mo exchanged a glance with Lu Yiming, nodded, and after separating, she walked over to the man.
The man's name was Jin Chengbin, a well-known young man in Jiang City.
He came from a good family, his father was in business, his mother a political celebrity, so although not the foremost wealthy family in Jiang City, it was enough to attract many women.
And this man before her was the second purpose of her return this time.
