Xiao Chi and Zhang Chen's clothes were disheveled, they must have fought, and Qiao Jing's face clearly had a handprint... her makeup had run from crying...
Ji Chenzhi slightly raised his eyebrows, he wasn't that gossipy, not interested in the petty squabbles of the upper class, and planned to leave without finding Xu Yiran.
Then he heard two socialites whispering behind him.
"That waiter earlier sure had guts, pretending to be Fu Tingzhou's wife just to deceive Young Master Zhang?"
"Young Master Zhang has seen it all, he's been with countless women... what's so special about some little waiter..."
"Young Master Cheng even hit Jingjing for that woman..."
