The next evening.
Pompey Manor was bustling with activity.
Various carriages were parked at the entrance, each adorned with different emblems, some bearing noble family crests, others displaying company logos, and among them was a familiar silver dragon head.
Chen Lun stepped down from the carriage, turned back to take Floey and Connie's hands, and helped them alight.
All three were in grand attire for the evening.
Floey wore a black-purple evening gown, revealing her swan-like slender neck and beautiful collarbones. A matching black-purple tie adorned her head, and her pale golden hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, creating an overall sense of profound beauty.
Connie, on the other hand, was in a light yellow dress, draped with a red paisley fine shawl. Her hair was deliberately coiffed and tied with a plaid tie, giving her a youthful overflow.
Neither of them had ever worn such evening dresses before and seemed somewhat uncomfortable.
