"Young Master Zhong," this is just normal courtesy, no one will misunderstand."
Mingzhu still wouldn't give up, gazing at him with emotion-filled eyes.
Zhong Yi ignored her, walking forward as if he hadn't heard. Wan Jiang, standing beside him, was holding back his laughter, his shoulders shaking.
Mingzhu snapped, "Assistant Wan, what's wrong with you?"
Wan Jiang almost suffocated from holding back his laughter but still pretended to be calm, "Miss Xiang, I'm indeed a bit unwell. Don't mind me; Young Master Zhong is getting away."
Mingzhu stamped her foot and hurried after him in her high heels.
She caught up with Zhong Yi and leaned in close to him.
As they entered the banquet hall, the new faces from the Imperial Capital didn't draw too much attention. Only a few with keen senses noticed something extraordinary about their identities.
Especially since Mingzhu's face had become well-known at the tryout conference.
