The crowd in the lobby below was growing more numerous, and the banquet was drawing nearer. From his vantage point on the second-floor corridor, Xi Muchen could see everyone in the hall, naturally including the surrounded Xi Beiyang as well as the elder Mr. Xi by his side.
Xi Muchen narrowed his eyes, a fleeting and inscrutable expression swiftly crossing his face.
"Let's go down, the banquet is about to begin." Yao Qin had already started descending, and Xia Wanwan, seeing this, also lifted her foot to head downstairs.
But before she could take a step, she felt a force on her arm pulling her back, causing her to lean against the railing. Xi Muchen had his hands on either side of her on the railing, effectively caging her in his embrace. Due to inertia, she leaned back slightly, with half of her body hanging in the air, as Xi Muchen's hand gently wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him.