As Mu Shaocheng said, Cheng Qing also attended Old Master Ning's birthday banquet.
This was the first time Qin Wan had a face-to-face encounter with Cheng Qing.
Cheng Qing might have gotten more than her face done, perhaps even her chest… if she was Su Qing.
In the midst of the bustling banquet hall, Cheng Qing was holding a wine glass, chatting with a few middle-aged women.
Her smile stiffened when her gaze landed on Qin Wan and Mu Shaocheng as they entered.
As her eyes swept over their linked arms, her fingers clutching the wine glass subtly tightened.
Across the crowd, Mu Shaocheng didn't miss the flicker of emotion in Cheng Qing's eyes.
He leaned in slightly and said to Qin Wan, "Wanwan, that woman in the red dress over there is Cheng Qing."
"Oh."
Qin Wan glanced in Cheng Qing's direction nonchalantly, their eyes met for a split second before she naturally looked away towards something else.
"President Mu, Miss Qin."
Approaching them was an older man, Tang Weiping.
