Someone there?
Everyone looked around in confusion.
Bai Chuwei was about to step out, but her movement suddenly halted.
She suddenly remembered that today at sea, she sent Duan Feihan a selfie, then he never got to the point and she directly withdrew it.
Bai Chuwei stopped in her tracks, standing in place without wanting to move.
For a man who couldn't even understand the beauty of his ancestors' photos, she couldn't be bothered to answer his call—it's not like he didn't have legs.
Bai Chuwei stood there, leisurely accepting a glass of red wine from the waiter, her fingertips gently tapping against the glass, looking with interest at a few rich second-generation heirs arguing not far away.