Yue Tingting seemed somewhat uneasy, her body gently leaning towards Lu Tianxing as if only in this way could she find a bit of security.
Seeing this, everyone in the private room was at first slightly stunned, then immediately revealed a strange smile, their gazes falling onto the man beside them who was dressed with meticulous care.
This man, around thirty years old, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, gave off a refined air at first glance. He was the organizer of this banquet, the one who had called Yue Tingting—Zhao Xianwu.
"Yo, our star of the evening has finally graced us with her presence, beautiful, truly beautiful. Teacher Tingting, you look fine without dressing up, but when you do, you're simply irresistible to men and women, young and old alike," a somewhat overweight teacher recovered his senses first, exclaiming loudly.
