However, Lu Weixi said nothing, her steps hurried, as if spending one more second at the spot would be too much for her to bear.
She did indeed feel a slight tightness in her chest, and a bit of a throbbing headache. She looked around the hall, where singing and dancing festivities continued. Celebrities were clinking glasses, while business tycoons exchanged toasts with one another. Although it was a wedding reception, it was obviously also a grand vanity fair. Especially after the bride and groom's toast, the stage performances continued only to entertain online audiences through live streams. The bigwigs at the scene had long since been engaged in their own clandestine intrigues.
Stepping into the corridor for some air, something suddenly occurred to her.
Right, Xue Feifei.
She would rather tend to Xue Feifei than return to that chaotic hall.
She remembered she had arranged for Xue Feifei to stay in her own resting room, so she hurried over and knocked, "It's me."