Lu Yeming was dressed in all-black and standing ramrod straight. The darkness of the night only served to complement him, lending his handsome features an air of elegance and grace. As the dazzling fireworks lit up his chiseled features, it made him look like a sculpted work of art.
At this point, he had one hand in his pocket as his deep, almond-shaped eyes gazed quietly at her little face.
He watched her sadness. He watched her joy.
He watched her pure and innocent girlish manner.
Jun Xiqing was stunned. She had just made a wish to get a good husband. And he appeared before her. Previously at Sister Mo'er's party, the two of them had picked the same red string.
Was this fate?
Jun Xiqing smiled. "President Lu, thank you. I am very happy today.
Lu Yeming remained silent.
At this moment, Ping Ping ran over. "Your Highness, let's go in to have some cake."
…
In the room.
