"I'm fine." Jiang Yao shook her head, firmly planting her hand in Lu Xingzhi's palm and lowering her voice before adding, "I just don't feel good hearing others commenting about how Chen Feitang and you look good as a couple."
Lu Xingzhi broke into a smile. He was very pleased to see Jiang Yao's increasing possessiveness and jealousy.
Chen Feitang, noticing Jiang Yao's presence at the charity ball, subconsciously turned her attention toward the nineteen-year-old girl. Coincidentally, they both had a white evening gown on tonight.
She was always confident with her looks, but standing next to Jiang Yao, she had to admit how beautiful Jiang Yao was.
Jiang Yao's beauty was as pleasant as the winter sun shining, radiating warmth, and spreading light to all. Her graceful demeanor only served to enhance her already charming looks. Chen Feitang had absolutely no idea that a strong and dominant person like Lu Xingzhi would fall for a woman like Jiang Yao.