Ye Zhuo and Mu Yourong handed the invitations to the staff at the entrance to check, and then followed the waiters to the manor.
The song family was worthy of being the emperor of Yunjing, and the interior was decorated with extraordinary splendor.
The guests that came and went were all nobles from all over the country.
Mu Yourong looked around.
Finally, not far away, she saw the man that she hated to the bone.
He wore an ironed suit and stood in the middle of the crowd with a cigarette between his fingers. He accepted everyone’s flattery and fawning.
His pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed.
He had a feeling of subverting all living things.
In the past, she did not know why song Shiyu liked to narrow his eyes.
Later, she found out that this was the way song Shiyu looked at the doll.
Beneath his eyes was disdain, disdain, disgust...
