Mo Yunchen took strides toward the banquet hall, his tall and sturdy physique as perfect as that of a Heavenly God, his aura subtly radiating, drawing the sidelong glances of countless attendees who discussed in hushed tones—who could this be, to prompt Father Gan to personally come forward to greet?!
Mo Sheng, who had been closely following Mo Yunchen, also noticed his boss's gaze and followed it to see two girls of similar age sitting on the couch, chatting happily.
One had a delicate face and was wearing a tweed coat, eating her cake as if no one else existed, while the other girl had a baby face, cute and petite, with dimples appearing on her cheeks when she smiled. Which one of them was it?!