Su Zhinian's gaze did not settle on Tang Nuan for more than a second before he went back to his phone. He swiped through his phone with ease, but internally, he was getting increasingly disgusted by the dinner.
Su Zhinian was already a man of few words at such dinners, but with Tang Nuan there, he was practically a man of zero words.
After a few rounds of drinks, the atmosphere around table started to loosen, and the other guests started to relax. When Tang Nuan came over to share a glass of wine with CEO Zheng, she sat not far away from Su Zhinian, so she unconsciously turned to look his way.
In the room filled with depravity, Su Zhinian leaned quietly against the sofa, playing on his phone, like a pure lotus rising through the mud. Under the refraction of the chandelier, his perfect features caused her heart to palpitate and her breath to catch.
