It can be seen how much attention the Oriental Pride attaches to it.
The scene was very lively and a joyful atmosphere.
Gentle but sitting like needles and needles, I can't feel it at all.
She looked straight, her whole body was stiff, and her face was unprecedentedly unnatural.
But Wenrou kept hanging her head slightly, so no one noticed that something was wrong with her.
Apart from--
The eyes that have been hiding in the dark.
Halfway through the banquet, a guard hurried in and spoke in the manager's ear.
The manager came to Dongfang Aoshi's ear again and whispered a few words.
Dongfang Aoshi raised his hand.
The music came to an abrupt end.
The dancer stopped dancing and stepped down.
A solemn expression was also placed on the guest's faces and stood up in unison.
The scene suddenly became quiet.
Dongfang Aoshi stood up, with black sleeves and full of kingly aura.
He didn't move, looked down at the gentle and still sitting.
Wenrou was still stunned before she could come back to her senses.
"Princess, get up quickly." The manager reminded in a low voice.
"Oh." Gentle ordered and moved, grabbed the hem of her skirt and stood up blankly.
The beautiful colorful dress and solemn outfit make the gentle man look full of glory. Standing next to Dongfang Aoshi, it is not inferior at all.
Dongfang Aoshi handed over it.
Gentle was stunned for a moment and did not move.
From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at a place in a hurry.
She didn't dare to look at it anymore, and just glanced at it and moved it away, for fear that Dongfang Aoshi and others would find out.
Dongfang Aoshi frowned, and had no patience to wait, so he directly brought the person over and trapped him tightly in his arms.
In everyone's eyes, they walked to the door.
The long skirt hem was mopping the floor and the solemn atmosphere made Gentle a little dazed, and she really felt the illusion that she was named a princess by Dongfang Aoshi...