"Wait a minute, I have an invitation, I was invited!"
Yupi Nan held the invitation high in his hands, terrified that someone might miss it.
Catherine gazed vacantly at the cunning hidden in Shen Mochen's eyes, a stunning smile slowly blooming at the corners of her mouth, casting a sidelong glance at the equally stunned Angelina, her face adorned with the pride of victory.
"You lost," Catherine said softly.
Angelina didn't utter a word. Regardless of today's outcome, it was Shen Mochen who had won. Or rather, it was her daughter Catherine who had won. Shen Mochen's conduct at the moment far exceeded that of her past sweetheart.
All eyes were on the boy, who was now the absolute center of attention.
He was dressed casually, in a T-shirt with a thin jacket thrown over it, looking like a random, unremarkable person from the streets––even the buttons of his jacket were undone.
