Qinghe stared intently at the two individuals; whether through reason or intuition, she was certain they were the ones.
To the onlooker, they seemed harmless. The old man occasionally gazed at the girl with evident affection, and since entering, they hadn't conversed with anyone—it appeared they were truly there just to indulge the girl's wish to have some fun. The girl, curious, looked around everywhere, then sporadically snacked on things, drawing disdainful glances from those nearby. Perhaps they thought she was uncultured and out of place at this opulent party.
Whenever this happened, the old man would casually glance at those people with a sharp and cold look, making them feel uneasy and instantly deterring them from mocking the girl any further; they turned their heads away.
