Zhuo Jian helped the elderly lady to the entrance of the banquet hall, then stepped back to stand behind Fu Yanye.
The elderly lady hugged her husband's wrist, and the couple supported each other as they walked in first.
Fu Yanye naturally extended his arm outward.
Zhuo Jian felt his elbow brush against her skin, looked down, then slowly raised her eyes to look at him. Under the light, he was even more infuriatingly handsome, but she simply said, "We don't need to do that."
She trotted a few steps to catch up.
Fu Yanye let out a disappointed snort, knowing she wouldn't comply so easily.
But no matter what she thought, it was just for tonight.