Gong Chen's Second Uncle

The royal ball continued to be held in full swing, the cups interlaced with lights and the luxurious clothing. Elegant and noble figures were everywhere, holding red wine glasses and enthusiastically chatting with each other. There was no shrewdness or shrewdness on their faces, they had disguised themselves to perfection.

Su Qinglian once again changed into a light blue gown, sat at the corner of the hall, and slowly sipped the orange juice. She felt that even though he was in such a high-end situation, he still couldn't melt it in any way.