Despite looking entirely cool and collected on the surface—responding to everyone who wanted to get acquainted at the dinner with flawless politeness—Su Yizhou was currently a bubbling pot of jealousy on the inside.
Who would have thought that the guy would completely bypass Su Yizhou, walk straight up to Ji Qianxi with a glass of juice, and say, "Minister Xiaoxi, let me propose a toast to you. I hope the two of us get along well over the coming year."
Talk about a direct, in-your-face hit. Since when were you on such familiar terms that you could just call her "Xiaoxi"?
Chapter 129