Song Yi looked at the smiling Zhang Dong, did not reach out his hand, just nodded slightly, and then continued walking forward.
Zhang Dong stood awkwardly in the distance, his facial expressions fluctuating uncertainly.
These kinds of banquets were actually very boring.
That's why An Yan and her two maids did not come.
Xue An watched Song Yi, who was mingling lightheartedly with people from several Great Clans, shook his head to himself, then found a corner to sit down and began leisurely sipping red wine.
However, his gaze was quickly drawn to Gong Xiaoqing, who sat not far away, her complexion pale.
The burdens this woman carries are quite interesting! Xue An thought to himself as he sipped his wine.
Gong Xiaoqing, seemingly feeling Xue An's gaze, looked up and saw a nondescript young man sitting not far away. When she looked at him, the young man raised his glass to her in a gesture.
