Ran Xueyi did not know that Ran Yue's hatred towards her had reached another. At this moment, she was still chatting with Su Anran when a commotion resounded throughout the banquet hall.
As if there was a royal member who had just arrived, everyone seemed to have stopped doing whatever they were doing. With their eyes stuck to the front entrance of the banquet hall, lips parted in surprise and disbelief, and hearts beating quickly. Everyone watched as the tall, handsome man with a regal aura comparable to a king walking towards his throne stood in front of them.
Song Yu Han strode in.
He was wearing a special attire, a design between a suit and a military uniform, which perfectly outlined his broad shoulders and strong waist. The gold metal chain pinned on the tip of the collar of his shirt flickered faintly in the light, and the long black coat draped over his shoulders strongly contrasted with his white outfit.
