Lu Xiaoyou was wearing a black cocktail dress, the wide skirt highlighting her petite and delicate figure. She strutted gracefully in five-centimeter high strappy heels.
As she stepped onto the stage, the snowy white spotlight fell on her bare shoulders and slender waist.
She looked as if she could emit light from within, more dazzling than the ornate decorations on the stage.
The engagement banquet was in an uproar.
Everyone was whispering to one another, some were shocked, others awaited Lu Xiaoyou's next move in anticipation.
"Hmph!" Long Xingkui bit her lower lip, restraining her emotions.
Shen Manli squinted, her eyes hinting at a smile, eagerly expecting how Lu Xiaoyou would perform next.
"Who is that?"
"Is this some scene from an 8 o'clock soap opera?"
"Next, is Master Long Seventh going to run away with this woman?"
"The wise and mighty Master Long Seventh, how could he become a scumbag who would abandon his fiancée?"
