Regardless of everyone's thoughts, once Yue Ran had left the stage with Hai Bing Tu, there were already a large number of people in the vicinity who were ready to make a move. Liu Mo, the third prince, felt hot at the sight of Yue Ran. It felt like there was a bug restlessly crawling in his heart.
The young man was going to request for a servant to bring him a glass of water to cool his face, but instead, he saw the servant leaning over to whisper a few words in his ear and handing him a folded note.
Liu Mo's heart skipped a beat, and his eyelashes trembled slightly. His Adam's apple rolled, and the young man quickly stood up and found an excuse to leave the venue first, not aware that the majority of the men present were looking at him with envy from behind.
