Xu Qiaoqiao stood among the crowd.
She stared at the people in front, suddenly feeling like a speck in the grand banquet.
Le Man... what a person she was.
Noble, elegant, generous, and graceful.
No wonder in everyone's eyes, she and Xu Mushen were a pair.
She watched Xu Mushen, the focus of everyone's attention, yet remaining calm and in control of the whole banquet rhythm.
He was like an emperor, always the focus of the crowd.
It seemed only a woman like Le Man was worthy of him.
This thought made her suddenly feel depressed.
She took a step back, hiding behind others, wishing she could disappear into thin air.
The atmosphere of the entire banquet was a bit suffocating, making her feel terribly oppressed.
She lowered her head, about to find an excuse to slip out of the banquet, when she saw the crowd starting to move.
As if guided by a common sense, a pathway opened between Le Man and Xu Mushen.
