Damn it, why does she feel this way?
Isn’t she eager to have nothing to do with him, to not know him at all?
Ye Ning started to feel a bit agitated, hurriedly grabbing her wine glass, she couldn’t be bothered to greet these people and decided to head back.
But at this moment, Lin Yebai returned, and upon seeing her walking toward the door, he paused for a second. As he came in from the door, he stopped her: "Aning, where are you going? Aren’t you going to eat anything?"
Ye Ning, in her rush, was suddenly confronted with someone blocking her path and had no choice but to stop: "Brother Lin, you’re back?"
"Yeah, what’s wrong with you? You look a bit off."
Ye Ning touched her face, a hint of evasion in her eyes.
"Maybe... I didn’t rest well, I was just thinking of going back."
Lin Yebai glanced behind her and saw his assistant standing not far away, signaling to him with his eyes. After a moment’s thought, he came up and took her hand: "Wait for me a moment, I’ll go and greet them, and then I’ll accompany you back."
He would accompany her back? But what about the guests here? As one of the judges and the main guest that the organizers were entertaining today, wouldn’t the guests be unhappy if he left?
Ye Ning wanted to refuse, but at this point, he was already leading her back inside.
She was not familiar with this place, and he certainly didn’t want her to wander around aimlessly. What if something happened?
Leading her all the way over, because of their affectionate behavior, they attracted a lot of attention along the way. But when those eyes saw who it was, they all passed knowing smiles.
"Mr. Lin has finally come back."
"Yeah, as soon as he returns, he’s holding hands with his wife. It seems they are very affectionate."
Such were the conversations they encountered along the way.
Ye Ning’s brows knitted slightly; she wanted to take her hand back, but by now, this man had already pulled her into the center of the banquet.
"Mr. Ou, I heard that your company’s investment in Yuzhirun is a new brand; are you confident about this exhibition?"
In the banquet center, there was a small living room where several global jewelry tycoons, already with the prospect of collaboration after the manager’s introduction, were sitting and chatting in a harmonious atmosphere.
Ou Mucen, who was casually flipping through a magazine on the long sofa, upon hearing this, his eyes slightly lifted, and he spoke languidly: "To come here, one must sign a guarantee of tens of millions. Mr. Smith, do you think I have so much money that I have nowhere to spend it?"
The guest was taken aback and was at a loss for words for quite some time.
Suddenly hearing the noise from the banquet hall, he looked up: "Is that Mr. Lin from your Chinese side who has returned?"
"Seems like it, the one he is holding hands with, that’s the girl from just now."
In just a few words, the attention of these people was turned this way.
The man sitting on the sofa, when he first heard these words, his fingers paused for a moment. But soon, as though some thought struck him, his expression returned to calm.
Even colder, one might say!
Mr. Smith was somewhat puzzled: "Mr. Ou, aren’t you going to greet Mr. Lin? I heard he’s from the same country as you."