Rong Yan knew she had been set up and, fearing there were still things lying in wait for her, she declined, "This is AQ's first celebration party; you are their celebrated talent, leaving early would easily offend people. Just listen to me, stay here and don't wander off. Leave immediately when it's over."
Qi Yue felt the searing heat from the skin on her hand and, with a nervous whisper, clutched it, "Miss Rong, should I make a call to Estelle for you, to come pick you up?"
Rong Yan's skin temperature felt like a fever had taken hold, her breathing heavy—she likely understood what was happening.
She shook her head at Qi Yue, "Estelle coming is pointless."
Rong Weiwei dared to commit such a heinous act; she had not anticipated failure today.
There was definitely still something lying in wait for her!
Qi Yue, her face filled with worry, changed color, "What should we do?"
Neither option was viable; she couldn't just watch Miss Rong meet with disaster, right!?