After going upstairs, He Hua immediately brought two stylists over to get her ready.
Remembering Shangguan Xiu's warning earlier, An Xiaomian, although not keen on attending any banquet, had no choice but to let the stylists do their work.
Time quickly slipped by.
The sky gradually darkened.
An Xiaomian was also dressed up very beautifully.
Her petite yet graceful figure was enveloped in a pure black gown.
The gown was conservative, covering her arms and shoulders completely, wrapping right up to her neck, and the skirt reached down to her ankles.
With a smile, He Hua said by her side that the young master had personally selected this dress for An Xiaomian.
An Xiaomian was not very pleased, her expression remained indifferent and she did not speak.
Whether he picked it or not, she didn't like it; that's what mattered.
As for being forced to attend a banquet with him that evening, she truly felt a bit of panic; she was very nervous, very afraid, after all.
