Li Siyu couldn't fathom what others would say about herself.
But Lin Xu wouldn't give her that face, so what could she do?
All she could do was press her lips together tightly, stand inside, and watch as the two in front sat down leisurely and chatted casually. The topics of conversation around her were all centered on those two, and nobody paid any attention to Li Siyu.
Li Siyu forced herself to concentrate, standing there without daring to look over there; just the sight of those two made her temples throb relentlessly.
Su Tingyan sat there and started chatting directly with Lin Xu.
The artists who came with them watched from a distance and couldn't help but admire them.
Look at them—could anyone else compare?
Someone thought of Ivan.
At first, they felt pity for her, but now they believed that she truly couldn't compare.
After all, with her arrival, she had made an impression on everyone in Capital City, while what could Ivan, a minor character, hope to achieve?
