Xiao Yu left the restroom, but she didn't return to the banquet hall. Instead, she exited through the back door and came to the garden of the Tang Pavilion. The sudden autumn breeze lifted the hem of her dress, making her shiver with cold.
She knew very well that the words Yhan Xi spoke were with ill intentions, yet she couldn't help but doubt—was it really Gong Ting himself who orchestrated the desperate situation that forced her to sell herself?
Leaning against a Roman pillar, she took out her phone from her handbag and dialed Fu Jiu's number.
The call was quickly connected, and Fu Jiu's sarcastic voice came from the other end, "Oh, this must be a miracle, busy Miss Su is actually calling me on her own accord."
Xiao Yu ignored her sarcasm and got straight to the point, "Fu Jiu, honestly tell me, what was the deal with the five million pounds gambling debt back then?"
