Back pain combined with an unbearable heartache, Xia Yinian felt like there was not a single part of her body that was okay.
To live so pretentiously, she had only herself to blame!
The girl cursed herself thoroughly, and then unbelievably fell asleep with her head on the table.
Standing amidst the crowd, Feng Yan's gaze occasionally swept in Xia Yinian's direction.
Watching her lift her glass, he originally planned to go over and stop her but was conveniently blocked by someone who approached him.
He made brief pleasantries, and by then, the girl had already slumped onto the table.
"Excuse me!" Feng Yan raised his glass slightly, glancing at the girl in the corner.
The man in front of him caught on and nodded lightly.
"Third Young Master has important matters to attend to, please go ahead."
Feng Yan nodded and stepped towards Xia Yinian.
"Why do you think Third Young Master is so nice to Xia Yinian?" whispered a woman sitting in the corner.
