After the auction, there was another dinner party.
It was also tonight that Chi Xiaoyu displayed her talent, making everyone look at her with newfound respect.
A simple, low-key yet talented First Lady is more respected than those ostentatious and hypocritical wealthy wives.
This is her unique charm.
Chi Xiaoyu sat beside Yeh Cangqiong, and she still hardly spoke to him.
But from time to time, someone would come over to toast with her, and she drank without refusal, knocking back several glasses in a row.
Yeh Cangqiong couldn't stop her.
In the end, before the dinner was over, he dragged her out by the hand.
Her cheeks were red like a cute tomato, and her eyes were somewhat blurred, walking in a wobbly manner.
"You can't drink and yet you're being stubborn. If you can't, don't drink so much!"
He scolded her softly with a cold face.
He supported her, stumbling down the steps.
