Gu Siting and Fu Yunshen stood together, drinking and chatting with a few young masters.
His contour lines were taut, exuding a cold and sharp demeanor, and every movement radiated the nobility and elegance of a successful man.
At the same time, the aura of keeping strangers at bay on him couldn't be ignored.
The moment Ming Yao descended from upstairs, quite a number of guests also took notice of her.
She was not wearing the cheongsam given to her by Ning Shu.
Although the cheongsam was made with exquisite and fine materials, its style dated back over twenty years.
Ming Yao could guess Ning Shu had ill intentions.
Naturally, she would not let Ning Shu succeed.
Seeing that Ming Yao hadn't put on the cheongsam, Ning Shu frowned slightly, revealing a hint of displeasure in her eyes, "Ming Yao, don't you like the cheongsam Great Auntie gave you?"
