A languid and lewd voice suddenly echoed through the banquet hall, "The young master is here!"
All the guests instantly looked around.
The faces of the elders brightened to varying degrees.
Lin Yingying, nervously clutching her dress, relaxed her grip slightly. Her eyes lit up again, and a smile found its way back to her face.
However, they still didn't see Nangong Ze, despite hearing his voice.
Then, all the lights in the hall suddenly dimmed except for a single spotlight shining on a specific spot on the stage.
A chorus of cheers and applause suddenly erupted from the crowd.
Lin Yingying turned around and saw Nangong Ze, dressed in a crisp white tailcoat, slowly rising onto the stage from a lift platform.
He had a fiery red rose in his mouth and one hand in his pocket, while the other was holding an elaborate velvet box.
He looked charmingly handsome and rogue-ish, captivating everyone's attention.