The servants looked at them with amazement, as if they had suddenly been transported back to the 17th century royal European courts. The couple resembled a prince and princess deeply gazing into each other's eyes in a resplendent palace.
That scene was definitely a beautiful painting, aesthetically pleasing and elegant.
Rong Shaoze liked Lin Xinlan's outfit today very much. He watched her, somewhat entranced.
With a slight curl of his lips, he stretched out his arm towards her and smiled softly, "Let's go, it's almost time."
Lin Xinlan linked her arm with his and slowly descended the stairs, then got into the luxurious white Rolls-Royce.
The car was very luxurious; even the driver in front was dressed in a clean white uniform, wearing a white cap, and white gloves on his hands.
Lin Xinlan asked Rong Shaoze with curiosity, "Will the Mid-Autumn Festival celebration at the old house be very grand today?"
