C1734 Perfume

"Does the whole circle know about him now?" Zhao Mingxi's face was cold. All the gentleness from before had disappeared. She frowned. Her eyes, which had never lost their composure in front of others, were now filled with coldness.

She drank the tea in her cup and smiled bitterly and self-deprecatingly. "Change it to wine."

Zheng Duoyang did not stop her