She sneered coldly, not knowing what Wan Ke was up to.
But he'd better not mess with her.
Otherwise, she won't be to blame for losing control and throwing a few punches.
She hadn't hit anyone in a long time, and her hands were getting itchy.
After enjoying the cool breeze for a while, Xia Weibao turned around and headed back to the banquet table.
Before she could sit down, she noticed a gaze, full of hostility, fixed on her.
Looking up, she met Chu Ying's antagonistic eyes.
Xia Weibao raised her eyebrows, too lazy to care.
She genuinely felt uncomfortable in such a film crew.
Dinner involved just a few men playing drinking games with finger-guessing, continuing until midnight.
Zhuang Xuejun wasn't very good with alcohol and was somewhat tipsy.
Xia Weibao took her outside to clear her head before heading back.
As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, they saw Chu Ying sneakily entering Wan Ke's room.
Xia Weibao and Zhuang Xuejun exchanged glances but said nothing.
