"Could it be that he wants both?"
"..."
Ying Jingyao's gentle brows furrowed tightly, his eyes shot a fierce glare, scanning the bustling banquet scene.
Instantly, the scene fell silent.
Vague exclamations and sighs still echoed, rising and falling next to the ears. Facing the many scrutinizing or malicious gazes, even though Jin Jumo's heart was strong, it was hard for her to maintain her facade, and she was about to break.
Jin Jumo clenched her fingers, her thin and delicate body trembling slightly. Her already fair face now appeared even whiter, devoid of any color.
Rong Mochen's dark eyes had always been on Jin Jumo. Seeing this, his thin lips pressed coldly, as he stepped towards her.
Jin Jumo felt emptiness in her hand, her heart sank a bit, frowning as she looked at the man beside her, one arm around her and the other holding Xixi.
Rong Mochen glanced at her, then focused his gaze on Xixi, the cold lines on his face softened one by one.
