Under everyone's watchful eyes, that unlucky young man suddenly tripped face-down, abruptly prostrating towards Qiao Mu with grand ceremony.
With a flop, he crashed pathetically to the ground, even getting a nosebleed in the process.
Mo Lian, Eldest Qin, and the others all couldn't resist averting their gazes. However, they were only silent for one second before bursting out in guffaws in the next.
Duan Yue pulled out a small fan embroidered in gold and covered the lower half of his handsome face with it. Even though he was blinking his peach-blossom eyes sympathetically, he was in fact smiling very wickedly. "Oh my, Third Brother, what are you doing? The new year's already passed, but even then, you don't need to pay such formal obeisance!"
The Duan Clan's third young sir, Duan Younian, was flushed red in anger. He quickly struggled to get up from the ground, and he looked at the sniggering crowd in frustration.
