One of the girls, dressed in a light and graceful Chanel evening gown, was beautifully and delicately built, as flexible as a willow swaying in the wind. With a serene smile on her face, she gazed tenderly at the handsome man in front of her, her cheeks blushing.
Bo Fengheng's dark eyes were like a deep well, profound and entrancing, inscrutable, yet holding a glass of red wine in his slender fingers, he talked with her patiently and attentively, showing not the slightest impatience.
Standing beside him, Bo Yuntian and his wife were engaged in an enthusiastic conversation with the middle-aged couple next to the girl, appearing to enjoy the chat very much.
Mu Yin's gaze stalled on them, and she felt as if something had stung her heart.
Bo Fengheng seemed to sense something and abruptly looked up, his eyes locking with Mu Yin's.
He quickly looked away, not knowing what he said to the girl opposite him. He then gracefully set down the wine and walked over to Mu Yin.
