On stage, the tall, striking man stood in a suit, his handsome features like those carved by a master, dazzling the eyes.
He slightly opened his hands, and just stood there quietly yet stubbornly gazing at Su Xingyu, as if he wouldn't leave the stage unless Su Xingyu gave him a hug. Su Xingyu lightly bit her lip and embraced him resolutely; her exquisite and beautiful cocktail dress outlined perfect curves, nimble and delicate like an elf. She hugged him like a fragile petal, releasing quickly and stepping back slightly, as if shy.
The audience below the stage held their breath; although it was just a fleeting moment, it was a scene too beautiful, like a prince and princess.
"That girl..." an employee at Edge Blade said, "What a pity not to marry Mr. Lu..."
"Yes, what a pity, how could Mr. Lu possibly marry a girl of humble background?"
"Miss Zhuang doesn't look so good standing next to Mr. Lu."
