Upon hearing the shouts from the crowd, Jiang Man had been nonchalant just a moment earlier.
She faced the waiter, intending to pick up a glass of wine from the tray.
Her hand had just touched the thin stem of the wine glass when she unconsciously turned her head, following the gaze of the crowd.
A middle-aged couple strolled over, smiling brightly, their steps leisurely and their demeanor both noble and dignified.
Beside them, a tall man of extraordinary presence was particularly eye-catching.
Almost immediately, he became the focus of everyone's attention.
He wore a modern Chinese-style Tang suit with a blue-and-white porcelain pattern.
In his hand, he held a folding fan, which he idly pinched closed.
When Jiang Man looked at him, he also looked at her.
At that moment, the surrounding murmurs never ceased.
Wu Yingfan almost jumped up in surprise.
"What's going on? Brother-in-law, are you addicted to dressing up as Chow?"
