She hesitated for a while, but in the end, she got up and walked over to Wei Qinghua and the others. "Are you facing issues with the venue?"
Sang Qianqian wanted to say she could help them resolve the matter.
To them, the problem with the venue might be a problem; To the Sang family, it'd be settled with just a word from her father.
Wei Qinghua didn't know Sang Qianqian, nor did he know that she was Sang Pengcheng's daughter. Instead, he thought that she was Shen Hanyu's friend.
When she asked about the venue, he nodded. "Yes, we're facing a little trouble."
In the next second, seeing Sang Qianqian's expression, Wei Qinghua was taken aback. "Miss, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Sang Qianqian forced a smile. "I'm fine."
She said she was fine, but her lips were drained entirely of blood, and her face was even paler than Xia Sitong's.
