Su Tang watched the white horse pull the smiling girl on the carriage, her expression cold and unchanging.
She had always known that Ye Xingling was a big shot, so when she organized the ceremony she had falsely sent an invitation to her home.
She wanted to help in removing the thorn from their flesh.
Who knew, Nangong Qingya barely made an impact. She had only served to slightly disrupt the relationship between Young Master and Ye Xingling, and they had patched up quickly thereafter.
She still had to think of other methods.
Unmovingly, she had to think of a new way.
The red carpet event had ended, and Xia Ling was being escorted by two flower children off the carriage and backstage. The fans were still making their way into the venue, and soon enough, it grew more and more full.
Dreamy music filled the venue as the host took the stage.
It was bustling.
