As for others, they couldn't even get a glance from Liang Qizhou.
He was polite to everyone, but this very politeness was the clearest form of rejection and indifference.
Four men and three women were already seated around the dining table. Jiang Lai was the last to come downstairs, wearing a refreshing long dress. Her long hair was casually held up by a silver hairpin, and a small pendant hung on her snow-white slender neck.
Shaped like a whistle, exquisite and unique.
As she moved, it swayed between her collarbones like a silver ship.
Shang Qingrao pointed to the seat opposite her with a smile.
"Jiang Lai, we were just waiting for you. Come and eat."
The guests, after the previous shoot, had a basic understanding of each other's personalities. So everyone knew that Jiang Lai liked Murong Yan, the domineering president among the male guests — tall, long-legged, and attractive, admittedly very likable.
