The party was held in a Japanese-style courtyard that covered an area of 700 acres. It was a tiled dry mountain courtyard with white sand as the floor, with strange-shaped rocks, various pine trees, and low shrubs. It formed a closed loop with the maple forest in the distance, which was filled with Zen. It was refreshing.
Because it was already late at night and the wind was blowing in the rain, Huo Jiuxiao held an umbrella and protected Lin Wanli, who was wearing a beige coat, as he walked in front of Huo Qingxiao. His tall and straight figure and outstanding aura made all the guests at the banquet sigh. What was a true proud son of heaven? It had been too long since the people in the industry had seen Huo Jiuxiao. In addition, Huo Jiuxiao was walking in front of Huo Qingxiao, and his face was completely different from Yun Shujing's illegitimate children. This made some of the guests at the banquet wonder which family's young master had returned to the country.