Han Luoli's Rolls-Royce, escorted by a team of bodyguards, proceeded with a grave atmosphere under media scrutiny, and finally stopped at the entrance of Yanhuang International Clubhouse.
Gu Xiaoer, in a white gown, was a match for Han Luoli's neat suit.
Looking out of the car window, the ceaseless flash of cameras and the bustling crowd took her by surprise.
Seeing this scene, she felt even more nervous than on any previous visit to Yanhuang.
As this time there were many more media and reporters, the girl who had never appeared under the spotlight now had a thin sheen of sweat in the palms of her hands.
"Don't worry, I've got everything under control," Han Luoli spread out the girl's small hand, reaching out with his large palm, their fingers intertwined, he held on to her, giving her strength.
He knew it was her first time attending such an event, and that feeling nervous was inevitable.
