In the spacious hall on the first floor.
Zhao Rong suddenly felt that Qian'er had good taste in clothes, knowing that he suited the attire of a gentleman clad in white.
In the eyes of others, he certainly looked like an elegant noble, charming and dashing.
Especially since he was now holding the waists of two beauties with both hands, in everyone's view, he must have appeared spirited and oozing with dominance.
Otherwise, why would everyone in the hall be looking at him?
Zhao Rong nodded in satisfaction.
"Ziyu," Gu Yiwu whispered, giving Zhao Rong a look, but the latter seemed oblivious.
Gu Yiwu was slightly stunned, but had no choice but to sit there with Zhao Rong, appearing very... impolite.
Because at this moment, a large group of people descending from the stairway had arrived at their table.
