1119 Dance (1/2)

Feng Lingxue's expression remained the same. ”President Gu, you know me, I… treasure my life a lot.”

She could not afford to lose her life.

She would never allow herself to die.

Gu Mohan raised his brows, satisfied by her answer. A few CEOs walked over and greeted Gu Mohan.

”Excuse me.”

Gu Mohan went to socialize with the few CEOs.

After he walked away, Feng Lingxue went to the front of the dining table, all kinds of delicacies and bottles of wine were on the table.

Feng Lingxue laid her eyes on the colorful candies. She stretched her hand out, picking up a piece. But just as she turned around, she knocked into someone. The person's chest was strong and muscular, she felt as though she had knocked into a solid wall.

Ah! The candy in her hand dropped onto the person's glistening black leather shoe.

Lifting her head, she saw that it was… Xuan Ying.

She had no idea when he had started to stand behind her.

Xuan Ying was tall, standing at 1.87m. The past three years of battlefield experience had served to accentuate his dark, sinister aura that was overtly intimidating. Once he got close, the atmosphere would instantly become stifling.

Lowering his head to look at the candy on the ground, Xuan Ying raised the corners of his lips into a cold smirk. ”The top social escort of Ah Jiao's Room who's so used to rare delicacies and custom-made clothing is even interested in a small piece of candy?”

He sounded sarcastic as he mocked her.

His arrival had drawn the eyes of all the socialites. Everyone started gossiping—-Look, Feng Lingxue is seducing the Silver Mask King!

—-She's really shameless, does she really think that Silver Mask King will marry her? She's not even qualified to be his lowly concubine!

—-Slut!

Feng Lingxue knew how unpopular she was, those who attended such a grand party like this were all daughters of wealthy and influential families. Of all the guests, she was the only one without a noble background. After all, she was a social escort from Ah Jiao's Room.

The socialites present loathed her even more because of her ravishing beauty.

But she wasn't bothered at all.

Feng Lingxue lifted her head to look at Xuan Ying. ”Brother Ying, President Gu is still waiting for me. I'll have to take my leave.”

She turned around to leave.

But the next moment, she heard a cynical laugh from behind. ”What did you just call me?”

Feng Lingxue stopped, turning behind to look at him.

Xuan Ying's eyes slightly crinkled, but he wasn't exactly smiling. He looked at her, enunciating every word of his question clearly. ”I'm asking you again, what did you just call me?”

Feng Lingxue's heart thumped, almost skipping a beat. She quickly corrected herself, ”Silver Mask King.”

Xuan Ying raised his brows with satisfaction. ”Remember this well. Brother Ying already died three years ago. You're not fit to call me that again!”

”Ah.” Feng Lingxue lowered her head to look at her feet, her eyes indecipherable. ”Silver Mask King, can I leave now?”

”Wipe my shoe clean.”

Feng Lingxue lifted her eyes as they met with his inky eyes. He looked at her in such a condescending way, as if she was worse than filth on the ground.

”You dropped the candy and dirtied my shoe, now wipe my shoe clean,” he repeated with a cold smile.

Puff.