Pretending To Be The Grandson Of Duanmu Ting?

Chen Han was the focus of this reception. After Duanmu Ting finished his introduction to the big guys from all sides, those young people of the same generation gathered around.

It's not all flattering people. There are also many young talents who are similar to him, and are well-known among their peers. They can't be low-key and only make friends for the benefit of the family or sect.

As people of different generations and identities chatted in small circles, the atmosphere of the reception became more and more harmonious.

Only the little princess of the Huangfu family sat alone by the coffee table in the corner, holding a glass of juice that had not touched at all, pouting her mouth and staring at Chen Han, who was surrounded by a large group of men and women.

From time to time, her rosy lips were still wriggling, and if anyone knew how to speak lip language, they would find that this girl had already scolded someone bloody.

Suddenly!