Ying Fan stood on the stage, somewhat satisfied with Ying Hengyu's performance, and brought Ying Hengyu along to exchange a few pleasantries with the guests.
Voices of congratulations echoed throughout the hall, praising the excellent son he had raised.
Only Ying Hengyu himself knew how impatient he was at the moment, almost immediately breaking away from Ying Fan to push Ying Hengxiang towards him.
Ying Hengxiang glared at him instantly.
Then his gaze paused.
In the dimly lit corner of the hall, on the pure white sofa, a girl in black stood out conspicuously.
Although she was too far away to be seen clearly, Ying Hengxiang was still struck by the excessively delicate silhouette.
Moreover, he felt an indistinct sense of familiarity.
He pursed his lips and reminded softly, "Go over there, Rong Zhi is there."
Ying Hengyu immediately frowned in displeasure, "How could she possibly be here? Don't try to fool me."
