Rong Meng looked at Sheng Pianpian's back and smiled without speaking.
So what if she knows Tao Ruisi? Rong Zhi's birthplace couldn't even afford a cello, let alone learn it.
But... just thinking that Rong Zhi was actually friends with Tao Ruisi made her feel a suffocating irritation, hard to swallow or spit out, very uncomfortable.
She turned her head to look at Rong Zhi from afar, coincidentally meeting Rong Zhi's eyes as she raised her gaze. Rong Meng paused in her expression, then raised her wine glass towards her.
The other party glanced at her indifferently and then withdrew her gaze.
Her eyes were cold, her attitude even colder.
However, Rong Meng's mood was not affected at all; she even happily ate a piece of cake and sent a message to Rong Qichuo.
Just wait a bit more, Rong Zhi is about to embarrass herself, ruining the party that grandfather worked so hard to prepare. Let's see how she handles it.
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On the other side.
