This subtle change was caught entirely by Yuan Fei.
"It must be Miss Jianxi, right? The one who had trouble walking at the birthday party that day?"
"Yes," Nan Mufeng unenthusiastically replied to Yuan Fei, with a polite tone, "I'll send you an invitation in a few days."
"Great!"
Ailin, carrying refreshments, heard this conversation. Her hands trembled, and she nearly spilled the tray.
"Getting married, when?" Ailin managed to force a smile and asked.
"The ninth of next month."
"So soon..." Ailin's heart sank, and the smile on her face was almost breaking.
She hadn't even made her move yet, and they were about to get married?
No, no, that wouldn't do! She had to push Jian Xi out before that!
"Congratulations, Director Nan." Ailin set the refreshments down, "Please enjoy."
Then she left the room.
