At 6 p.m. at Jiang Banquet Hall.
Leng Lingxiao and Tang Xiaowan entered the grand hall, where social elites were gathered, hand in hand.
Their arrival immediately captured the attention of many. One in a black bespoke suit exuding nobility and handsomeness, the other in a sweet water-pink mid-sleeve long dress, like a sprite descended to the mortal realm.
The men drooled over Tang Xiaowan's exquisite figure and beauty, stopping in their tracks to watch her.
"Whose daughter is this? I've never seen her before!"
"Look at that waist, I'm afraid it'll break!"
"Not bad, perfect figure, it's just a shame she's dressed so conservatively. If only she was wearing a strap dress and high heels, could it be that she's still in school?"
"Probably so; she looks quite sprite-like. I estimate her height... around 165 cm, yeah, about right."
"Leng Lingxiao is quite the lucky guy!"
The socialites who saw this scene felt disdain, envy, and some added fuel to the fire.
