Whose ideal man is this lonely youth?
Editor: Atlas Studios
The party did not stop just because of a few minor incidents. Instead, the appearance of the two hunks aroused the mood of all the guests at the ball.
A long line of people approached to greet Yu Yuehan.
Standing behind him, Nian Xiaomu was about to pick up a glass of red wine when her hand was held down by his.
It was as if he had eyes on the back of his head.
Without a word, Yu Yuehan removed the wine glass from Nian Xiaomu's hand and handed her a glass of fruit juice instead.
Then, he patted her head and turned around to continue to chat with the people who had approached him.
"…" It wasn't as if she was an elementary student. Why did she have to drink fruit juice at a ball?
Nian Xiaomu pouted in dissatisfaction.
Then, her animated eyes surveyed her surroundings.