Nangong Chen's birthday party was brilliant.
Lu Wantang was wearing the aqua blue dress given by Lu Yubai, like a phantom formed by the moonlight.
"Yu Bai said aquamarine suits me the best." Her eyes were wandering, but she didn't see the blood stain on Nangong Chen's palm that was cut by the broken wine glass.
Special Assistant Jiang Lin whispered: "President, Miss Lin is waiting for your reply."
Lin Qingyi approached with champagne, her red lips as sharp as razor blades: "Brother Chen, my aunt asked me to ask you, should you choose Paris or Switzerland as the venue for your engagement?"
