Unexpectedly, Lan Jin actually reached out her hand too, although it was merely a perfunctory shake that lasted less than a second before they parted, it was enough to send Rong Zheng into raptures.
Afterwards, he hastily hid that hand behind his back, his thumb fondly caressed the palm, as if it still retained the warmth from Her Majesty's fingertips, a cozy warmth that made one feel serene body and soul.
Rong Ni watched, his face instantly filled with envy, jealousy, and hate, so he edged closer, vehemently mustering what he thought was a charismatic and charming smile, intending to introduce himself and, like his brother, extend a hand to greet. But then...
Before he could even speak, he saw Lan Jin raise her hand to adjust the brim of her hat, then casually walked past him, hands tucked in her pockets, eyebrows raised slightly with a light provocation, heading straight towards Beigong Yiteng and Ning Dai.
