The clock showed eight-forty, yet there was no sign of Jia anywhere. The guests began to get restless and ask questions.
"I wonder what's taking them so long? It's already an hour past," a guest whispered to another.
"Are we still waiting for someone?"
"No way. Who would dare to be late at the Yang family's party?"
Meanwhile, Huojin had been trying Jia's number since eons now, yet came no response from her. He scratched his chin.
Don't tell me she got so buried in the paperwork that she lost track of the time?
It was when he messaged Xiyang, just in case he knew anything, that he got the true picture. He read his message, his gaze serious.
Someone is not gonna be happy about this…
He walked back to the group and said, "Well…"
"Did sis answer?" Lihua asked worriedly.
Mingshen stared at him, the same questioning look as everyone else held.
