Zhou Ting was playing a piano piece, her expression focused, the music flowing smoothly from the keys. As she slightly lifted her head to look at Huang Xiaojue, the gentleness in her eyes was a stark contrast to her carefully diplomatic persona of the past.
Tonight, she looked like a fairy.
Yan Xixi and Xu Xiaoya paused at a distance.
Tonight, they weren't the protagonists, nor were they there to upstage Zhou Ting, so Yan Xixi's attire was very understated. She stood in the crowd, casually scanning for any subtle signs. Habitually, she hoped to spot some unexpected characters so she could report their activities on her chat platform, telling him what everyone in this circle was up to.
Otherwise, she would not have bothered to attend such a suffocating gathering.
