Outside the venue by the red carpet. Reporters had already been waiting there, their cameras' flash bulbs occasionally lighting up. They craned their necks, hoping to capture some explosive footage.
Inside the banquet hall, Fu Shihan watched Zhang Xinjie with an icy gaze, causing the latter to tremble with fear.
He quietly observed her without uttering a word.
From a distance, the melodious strains of a piano piece drifted slowly over. Nearby, waiters in tailcoats and bow ties passed by with their trays.
Amidst the bustling atmosphere, Zhang Xinjie felt as if she were sinking into a cold, deep pool upon meeting Fu Shihan's eyes, as though she was alone in a chilling space.
A sense of uneasy fear instantly pierced through her, and her heart struggled to escape, but her overpowering vanity forced her to stay.
She couldn't run; if she did, she would be the laughingstock of others upon her return!
