With the banquet nearing its end, the guests were already showing hints of languid carefreeness.
A few guests already excused themselves to leave. Some ladies chattered with their friends, planning when to meet next. A few of the guests who were competitors from the same industry even had small arguments with a sarcastic and snide remarks, though nothing worth to mention as it was something that happened in every banquet.
One thing that happened in every group though was that one or two people would whisper and talk about the last dance.
Lu Yin Ze found himself in a pinch once again. He was surrounded by people once more. Even though they simply casually chatted up with him, he knows that deep inside, they have been itching to ask if he had some sort of ambiguous relationship with the Second Young Miss of the Tang family.
He sighed. This night was really troublesome. He felt very tired.
