Seeing her somewhat disgruntled expression, Jing Jihan raises an eyebrow: "Unhappy I took you away from Yi City's embrace?"
?
It couldn't be more wrong!
"I'm not unhappy, but being hauled out of the banquet hall like a chick, it's hardly a cheerful thing, wouldn't you say?" Shi Su glances at him twice, muttering softly, "I'm supposed to be the future hall-of-fame artist Mr. Jing talks about, do I have no face?"
Jing Jihan's eyes hold a hint of a sarcastic smile: "A starving artist?"
Shi Su's elegant brow moves, glancing at him, momentarily unsure what this lord means.
Suddenly, the two doors ahead open, Jing Jihan firmly holding her hand that's still holding up her gown, leads her inside.
Shi Su instinctively looks in, seeing a vast and exquisitely elegant guest reception room, the center round table already arranged with dazzling gourmet foods, just by looking at the plating and the faint mist on several seafood dishes, she knows they're expensive.
