Sheng Anhe sat next to Gu Yanjing, the adoration in her eyes was unmistakable. She looked at Gu Yanjing, seeing that he was ignoring her, she called out again, "Brother Yanjing?"
Qiao Yuxian felt a wave of dizziness hit her.
What was this? Was she being ignored?
So brazen?
"Miss Sheng. This isn't your seat," Gu Yanjing said.
"But there's no one here," Sheng Anhe replied with a smile.
Between Sheng Chendong and Gu Yanjing, there were Qiao Yuxian, Qiao Lech, and an empty seat.
Seeing Sheng Anhe sitting next to Gu Yanjing, Sheng Chendong instinctively wanted to get up to call her.
He was relying on Gu Yanjing's influence today; he couldn't make a mistake at this time and end up in an embarrassing situation.
But as soon as he moved, Zhao Shimeng pressed his hand down.
He looked at Zhao Shimeng.
Zhao Shimeng kept her eyes on the stage, not looking at him, just lightly patting the back of his hand, signaling him not to intervene.
