But her words really put Jiang Wenhao in an awkward position.

"What?"

His expression changed, becoming somewhat unpleasant.

"What does Miss Sheng mean by this?"

"What do you mean?" She put her hand on his shoulder and brushed a speck of dust off his suit.

At that moment, Jiang Wenhao's heart was practically in his throat.

He was very nervous.

The tension was palpable.

Whether it is true or not, everything is now clear.

At this tense moment.

Mr. Sheng has arrived.

As soon as he uttered a sound, Rong Shang immediately stepped back.

"do what?"

With a frown, Mr. Sheng walked over from the front.

A scrutinizing gaze fell upon them.

A very, very long time.

Rong Chang, of course, said nothing.

As her father approached, she had already walked around the long table and left. "Dad, I'm going to the company now."

"..."

*

That night.

It's the birthday of celebrity Wen Xiang.

She held her birthday party at the avant-garde restaurant.

The invitation had been sent a few days earlier, but the assistant only told Rong Shang about it when she arrived at the company that morning.

With such a terrible assistant, she doesn't know what to say about her.

With no other option, Rong Shang could only call a designer she knew during work hours to borrow an evening gown.

In the evening, she went back to the Sheng family home.

After taking a shower and getting dressed, I drove to the restaurant.

When I arrived, there were already many people around.

Most of them were prominent figures in the capital.

Of course, Rong Chang hadn't expected this either.

She even ran into that man at her birthday party.

He was surrounded by people toasting and talking to him, looking very proud and confident.

Rong Shang glanced at it, then turned around and approached the birthday person for the evening, giving them a gift and her blessings.

As I was about to leave, I bumped into someone walking in front of me.

The man supported her waist.

Rong Shang looked up and frowned.

"It's you?"

"Yes, it's me." Han Jiahang nodded and grinned.

His smile was mixed with too many emotions, and Rong Shang scoffed.

Push him away.

He tried to leave, but she took a step back and blocked her way again.

He held the champagne in his hand, raised it, and gestured to her in the air.

Let me toast you.

"Need not."

The man's initiative did not elicit a single smile from the woman; she walked past him expressionlessly.

Han Jiahang frowned, somewhat displeased.

Thud.

He grabbed her wrist directly.

With just a little effort, the woman turned around and snatched the champagne from his hand.

lift.

Wow.

The icy liquid poured down his head instantly.

"Ah!" he screamed in frustration.

At that moment, all the guests around turned around to look.

Han Jiahang was so angry that he stomped his feet.

He shook his suit, the liquid on it dripping onto the ground.

Watching.

Some people frowned.

Some people have strange facial expressions.

I had a feeling that these two were there to cause trouble.

Of course, Rong Shang apologized to Wen Xiang later.

But that Han Jiahang...

As she was leaving the restaurant, he shamelessly followed her from behind.

He's like a mangy dog, you can't shake him off.

Now, the streets are bustling with activity, brightly lit and vibrant.

Rong Shang walked quickly, but hadn't reached the car yet.

He was pulled back.

"Sheng Chang'an, how dare you spill my wine?"

He raised his hand, ready to deliver a slap.

It was intercepted by the woman's hand in mid-air.

His wrist hurt, and he kept struggling, saying, "Let go."

"Han Jiahang, just say what's on your mind, stop with all this nonsense."

With a cold expression, Rong Shang glanced at him and shook off his hand.

Before he knew it, Han Jiahang was almost pushed over by her.

"you……"

"Okay." Adjusting his suit, Han Jiahang stood up straight.