She felt as though she had embarrassed Lan Xiu...
The sons and daughters of a few wealthy individuals were exchanging meaningful glances, occasionally stealing glances at her with subtle mockery.
Murong Wei, having been in many grand situations, had cultivated a pair of fiercely observant eyes.
Yuanya's occasionally concealed emotions didn't escape her gaze.
The corners of her lips quirked up, seemingly in a display of satisfaction.
"I'm also here for the first time, would you care to show me around?"
From behind, suddenly there came the sound of footsteps.
The distinctive voice was one that would be hard to misidentify.
The traditional Beijing accent, pronounced so elegantly by him, swept across one's heart as gently as a soft breeze.
Gong Shaofan sauntered towards them at a leisurely pace.
From a distance, he projected an aura of inviolable sanctity, incomparably dignified.
Secretary Min Yue was trailing behind him, matching his pace perfectly.