The party continued as planned.
Rong Suyin excused himself by saying that he needed to do something.
The celestial fox spirit was left to navigate the small crowd to entertain the guests.
However, Shen Yuan's smile and candid behavior were just a front to hide his distraction because of the information he learned about the original Shen Yuan. He never imagined that the original Shen Yuan would turn out to be this enigmatic person.
"What do you know, Shen Yuan," He murmured lowly without him knowing. Heaven forbid, the last thing he needed was something that complicates his life.
He was walking to move to another table when suddenly he felt gazes pricking his nape.
"Who-" Shen Yuan sharply turned his head to look at whoever was stalking him but was surprised to see that it was a group of little turnip heads protruding under the table cloths, one of which had very familiar platinum-blonde locks.