At Old Master Fu's birthday banquet, countless people were staring at Song Fengwan. Unfortunately, Qiao Xiyan was following closely behind her. No one present had any friendship with him, so they didn't dare to greet her rashly.
Occasionally, someone would go up to her, but they couldn't even say a few words.
He had an indifferent personality and was slender and tall. Because he didn't interact much with others, his facial features were cold, and he exuded a distant aura.
Only when he spoke to Song Fengwan occasionally did his expression change.
The two of them followed the elders through the hall to see Old Master Fu at the back.
"Cousin, let's go pay our respects to Old Master Fu too." He Xi stared at Qiao Xiyan intently, unable to take her eyes off him. Seeing his figure disappear, it was as if her soul had disappeared.
"He'll be out later. What's the hurry?" He Shiqing smiled lightly, a hint of disdain flashing across her eyes.
