Le Yu wanted to break the tension and stood up with a smile, "I’ll drink this glass on behalf of Ming Han."
Zhu Yangyang glanced at her sideways, "And who are you to Ming Han? What gives you the right to drink for him?"
Her words spared not a single strand of emotion.
Le Yu’s face turned from red to white with anger. So, Zhu Yangyang really thinks highly of herself, huh? Dream on about getting on the cover of my magazine in the future.
In the fashion world, Le Yu was considered a godmother figure. Zhu Yangyang might as well forget about making a na for herself there in the future.
Tang Boyong, seeing Le Yu being bullied, naturally couldn’t stand by idly and snorted with laughter, "So people’s skin is thicker than a city wall, truly an eye-opener."
Zhu Yangyang bit her teeth but kept her stubborn gaze fixed on Ming Han.
Yun Ya glanced at Ming Han.
Ming Han, not saying a word, picked up the glass in front of him and downed it in one gulp.
Yun Ya quickly picked up so cold dishes with her chopsticks and placed them on his plate.
Zhu Yangyang’s lips slightly curled, revealing a victorious smile, and she tilted her head back to down her drink in one go.
After wiping her mouth, she sat back down.
Ye Wenxing glanced at Yun Ya and emptied the glass in front of him in one swallow.
Everyone harbored their own thoughts, making the al a rather uncomfortable affair.
"Mr. Dong, I’ve heard you’re shooting a new sci-fi blockbuster in collaboration with Hollywood. With Mr. Dong starring, it’s bound to be a hit. I wish you early congratulations on the blockbuster sales," Le Yu said, trying to make conversation when she saw Dong Xieyou eating quietly.
Dong Xieyou set down his chopsticks, took a napkin to wipe his mouth, his movents carrying a dignified ease, revealing his good upbringing with just a gesture.
When he put down the napkin, a small movent caught Yun Ya’s attention.
Yun Ya lowered her eyes without making a sound, clenching her hand into a fist under her sleeve.
"Thank you. The film probably won’t be released until next year. I’ve put a lot of effort into this movie and I hope it lives up to your kind words," Dong Xieyou said with a smile.
Although everyone present was from the sa circle, it was really the first ti for Dong Xieyou to have such a close encounter with them. Compared to Ming Han, he maintained a good sense of mystery: young, highly accomplished, and of a transcendent status. Everyone thought he might be sowhat arrogant, but surprisingly, he was very approachable.
Eager to make his acquaintance, Le Yu engaged in a bit more conversation, and Dong Xieyou, showing not the slightest impatience, responded patiently.
"Mr. Dong, I’m quite curious. You usually don’t attend these sorts of events. Why did you co tonight?" The presence of Dong Xieyou always seed unreal, as if an Emperor was making an incognito visit to the mortal world, to experience the commoners’ hardships.
Dong Xieyou smiled, lifted his eyes and glanced at Yun Ya. Everyone followed his gaze in her direction.
What did he an by that? Could it be related to Ji Yun Ya?
Yun Ya furrowed her brows and lowered her gaze.
Ye Wenxing humd lightly, his gaze quickly sweeping across Ji Yun Ya’s face.
"For soone." His attitude was ambiguous, yet his gaze was fixed on Yun Ya the whole ti. Those present understood sothing and their look towards Ji Yun Ya carried a sense of inquiry.
Yun Ya narrowed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
Suddenly standing up, "I need to go to the restroom for a mont," she said and quickly left her seat, heading out.
Yun Ya scooped so water onto her face to relieve the heat and the fear in her heart.
With both hands propped against the washing stand, she stared at her reflection in the mirror.
That small movent, too familiar, she would never forget it, even in death.
Who exactly is this Dong Xieyou? Why is he deliberately getting close to her?
The answer was almost breaking free. Yun Ya closed her eyes and suppressed the fear in her heart.
Pervasive shadows, what exactly do you want? What?
"Sister Yun Ya, what’s wrong?" Hot breath sprayed on her ear. Yun Ya turned around in panic, nearly face-to-face with Dong Xieyou. She hastily pushed him away with her hand, screaming with all her might, "Get lost."
Dong Xieyou stepped back a few paces, smiling as he watched the girl with droplets of water on her face, her clear eyes as vast as the stars and the sea. But at this mont, they were filled with fear and anger.
Fear? His lips curled slightly.
Interesting...
Yun Ya’s hands remained behind her back against the edge of the washstand, her eyes fixed on him with wariness, "Who exactly are you? Why are you approaching ?"
Dong Xieyou had his hands in his pockets, looking at her with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, "Are you afraid of ?"
Yun Ya shook her head, took a deep breath, she had lost control. Having suffered loss, she was like the dead sea, undisturbed, looking at him with a detached gaze.
"What exactly is your relationship with her?"
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