As night fell, the Deng Family Manor gradually became noisy.
Batches of fine wine were brought into the main hall, and countless delicacies were served on the round tables.
Lin Rou took her seat with the company of Deng Mingxu, while Jiang Chengyun swaggered to sit beside them.
The two exchanged a stealthy glance.
Shen Yi, not well-versed in the customs of noble families, simply maintained his aloof façade, using the excuse of illness to avoid coming, conveniently reinforcing the so-called prestige of the Lin Family from Yushan Prefecture.
"What a pity," Deng Mingxu said helplessly as he tugged at the finely selected, luxurious green robe he was wearing, though he also felt relieved inside.
Compared to the natural grace of the Young Master of the Lin Family, even though he tried his best to be polite, that subtly hostile demeanor clearly showed a bit of disdain for the Deng Family.
