Most people knew Shi Jiayin's taboo, so they dared not mention words like "old" or "mature" in front of her, fearing she would be unhappy. Yet Ning Xia blurted out "senior" without a second thought.
Still, her charming face wore a sweet smile, her big eyes brimming with innocence and naivety, seeming not intentional, but genuinely eager to learn.
Shi Jiayin bit her lower lip slightly, unable to vent her frustration.
A commotion suddenly arose at the entrance of the banquet hall, drawing everyone's gaze involuntarily toward it, followed by intermittent exclamations.
"Wow, what a huge bunch of roses, so beautiful."
"Who's that? Who's holding so many roses?"
"Is he here to give them to someone? Are they for Shi Jiayin or Ning Xia?"
A tall figure entered from the doorway, his stature erect and his facial contours sharply handsome. However, his face was obscured by the roses in front of him, making it impossible to identify him.
