The guests were spellbound seeing Lihua donned in a breathtaking royal blue dress. A thin string of a diamond belt was wrapped around her waist that sparkled under the yellow lights.
Where the socialites found even difficult to breathe by Mingshen's presence, here Lihua was talking to him as if the heavy atmosphere didn't matter to her at all. It was so evident that Mingshen was pissed off at her, but Lihua showed no signs of any fear or nervousness.
Mingshen tilted his head and closely observed Lihua as he narrowed his eyes.
He thought of her and then of Jia who was locked up in his special ward in his lab. Jia's sharp gaze and the way she had held the scalpel on his neck was still fresh in his mind that brought a sly smile on his face.
Then he looked up and down at Lihua and sneered. "So different, indeed."
Lihua didn't understand what he was talking about, but she clearly understood that he mocking her somehow.
