Because Gu Jiaojiao and Su Shuochi had drunk the spiritual spring water, their hearing was excellent, even amidst the bustling and lively banquet hall.
They could still clearly hear the conversation between Mr. Wen and his son on the balcony. Gu Jiaojiao had already dealt with Wen Qing once before.
So Gu Jiaojiao was surprised that Wen Qing still hadn't given up and was trying to plot against her at Old Sir Xi's birthday banquet.
It made her almost admire Wen Qing; she had no idea where she got the audacity.
But she wasn't about to rush over to the balcony to expose Wen Qing. She simply smiled and raised her glass to someone who had come to offer a toast.
Su Shuochi, however, clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with resentment. The expression on his face was grim, as if he wanted to tear Wen Qing to pieces.
'Fortunately, Mr. Wen and his son knew when to pull back from the brink. Otherwise, there would be no reason for the Wen family to remain in Qing City!'
