Shang Jingchen had been keeping most of his attention on Ye Zhixing, so naturally, he was the first to notice the change in his wife's demeanor.
He followed her gaze, his expression unchanging. She was staring at a young man, roughly her own age. President Shang frowned—was that little punk even half as handsome as he was?
But then, the guy was bundled up so tightly that he was even wearing a mask; how could she even see his face? If she was staring like that, it could only mean one thing: there was something wrong with the brat.
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