"Eldest Miss Jing, anything else?" Yan Huaijing looked at Jing Wenyan with a faint smile in his eyes, which made people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.

Jing Wenyan bit her lips but did not say anything particular. She leaned to the side and said, "I hope Your Heir-apparent will come to my birthday banquet."

"I will if I have time." Yan Huaijing stood up with those words and glided out. When his wide robe brushed past the corner of Wei Yuewu's ...