Abel repeated her name somewhat clumsily, "Gan... Yuan?"
"You can call me Gan," Gan Yuan said with a smile.
"You're very considerate." Gazing at her beautiful smiling face, Abel's eyes were already showing signs of infatuation, "How about... we find somewhere to have a good chat?"
"Sure," Gan Yuan glanced around and led him towards a quieter spot by the fountain. Then, she casually began, "What's the occasion for tonight's banquet?"
"It's to celebrate the Locke Family's hundred-year anniversary of receiving the honor medal."
"I see." Gan Yuan stopped walking, took a sip of wine from her cup, and as she saw Abel raise his hand wanting to rest it on her shoulder, she turned her body, deftly avoiding his touch, "Speaking of which, aren't there members of the Royal Family attending?"
