Her resentment reached its peak when she saw Rong Tieshan sitting next to Yue Mingxuan.
Sensing Xie Lianhua's glare, Yue Mingxuan sighed inwardly.
Who knew why Rong Tieshan had chosen to follow him around all day and behaving so strangely?
He sat upright and keeping perfectly still like a statue in a temple, not even a single strand of hair out of place.
Sitting beside him, Rong Tieshan felt a turbulence in his heart he hadn't experienced for a long time.
He didn't understand why he had sat beside Yue Mingxuan or why his emotions were so restless.
All he knew was that when he realized it, he was already seated by him.
Suddenly, a wave of cheers erupted.
Yue Mingxuan immediately guessed who had arrived, it must be Shang Qinghua, that infamous black hearted prince.
These Beirong women and men were hopelessly obsessed with him.
Yue Mingxuan curled his lips in disdain.
Whether ancient or modern, the world had always been about appearances.
