The word "outsider" made Xiao Yihe's face twitch.
He looked up in the direction of An Lan, who seemed completely oblivious to Xiao Yihe's gaze. He gave a bitter smile and said, "All right, I am an outsider, but I will absolutely not give up."
Huo Zhanting gave him a dismissive glance, clearly not taking him seriously. An Lan rested her head on her hand, still doubting whether Xiao Yihe's memory loss was real or feigned.
As they faced off, the banquet hall had gradually filled up. The bright lights overhead suddenly went out, leaving only the dim glow of the warm yellow lamps on either side. Then, with a whoosh, a spotlight fell on the stage that had been set up.
A master of ceremonies, clad in a black tailcoat and wearing a half-mask, came onto the stage from behind. He first thanked the guests for their presence and, after reciting the prepared speech, gave a half bow to announce the start of the charity auction.
