Yun Shanshan hadn't exchanged even half a sentence with Gu Xize but did notice Chen Ziqian, who looked the epitome of a gentleman in his attire with a wine glass in his hand, engaged in a jovial conversation with the famous host of today's wedding.
Chen Ziqian, Gu Xize, and the wedding host were all standing on the flower-covered marble ceremonial stage; Gu Xize was on the phone, while Chen Ziqian seemed to be discussing something with the host.
"Brother Ziqian?" Yun Shanshan let go of her dress hem with one hand and pulled Chen Ziqian by his arm to the side, "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be in Australia?"
Chen Ziqian swirled the red wine in his hand.
The liquid in the glass shimmered and glinted.
Instead of answering right away, he gave Yun Shanshan a meaningful look, observing her on this particular day.
She usually dressed conservatively, never wearing skirts above the knee, let alone a dress revealing her collarbones and shoulders.
