"I don't like women who talk back and chatter too much!" Beitang Yao turned around and put down the wine glass, then said flatly, and walked away from Xia Qingqian, heading in another direction.
Xia Qingqian stood there dumbfounded, her cheeks flushed, eyes full of displeasure as she watched Beitang Yao decisively walk away. Looking at his figure, she really wanted to rush up and give him a good beating. Yet, this was only a fleeting thought in her mind; of course, she didn't dare rush up and beat Beitang Yao. Because after tonight, she didn't know what kind of storm awaited her.
But Beitang Yao left her at the party again, went to socialize with others on his own. She was unfamiliar with this place, faced with people of different skin colors, she barely managed a smile, but inside she felt extremely lost. Beitang Yao always brought her along and then left her alone, never truly caring about her...
