Xia Lihua stepped inside alongside Song Yazhi.
The main hall was already alive—guests stood in small clusters beneath warm lights, champagne glasses in hand, murmuring appreciatively as they admired the displays. Soft instrumental music drifted through the space, carefully chosen to complement the exhibits without overwhelming them. Staff moved gracefully between the guests, offering refreshments.
Song Yazhi slowed beside her, glancing down at her travel-worn clothes. "Umm… do you want to change that outfit…?"
Xia Lihua followed his gaze, looking down at her jeans and simple top, then back up at him. She let out a small breathless laugh. "Oh—yes. Right. I'll get changed before the inauguration starts."
It was only then that it truly sank in—she had walked straight in from the airport. That explained why no one had recognized her. To the guests, she was just another attendee slipping through the crowd.
