Sheng Xueqian handed over two glasses of champagne and gave one to Sheng Xueqin.
"Sis, wishing you to succeed with flying colors in advance."
Sheng Xueqin looked at her cousin and smiled faintly.
"I'll take your good fortune."
In the center of the dance floor, Mu Lan's flaring dress hem resembled a blooming flower. She and Huo Tingxiao were remarkably in sync, which took her by surprise. After the dance ended, she was still a bit stunned.
"I didn't expect us to be so in sync the first time we danced."
"Not the first time we danced?"
"Oh, right, we just practiced a bit in the hotel room earlier. I wasn't precise enough, sorry."
Huo Tingxiao did not continue speaking, nor did he explain further.
The banquet hall quickly returned to being brightly lit, and amidst the clinking of glasses and conversations, the guests went to wish the old man well one after another.
"I'll go check on Grandpa, you take a break."
