Nan Zhuoyuan, upon hearing that grating applause, grew even more disdainful of this impostor Nan Qingqing.
Everything should rightfully belong to Xiao Yu, but now it had been usurped by Nan Qingqing.
His face darkened, his eyes emitting a chilling coldness.
Just as he walked down the stairs, a hand in the dark grabbed Nan Zhuoyuan's arm and pulled him aside.
Nan Zhuoyuan, smelling his wife's unique fragrance, followed without any doubts.
The two disappeared into a dark corner, while the lights in the center of the hall brightened again, and the crowd congratulated Nan Bofu on finding his daughter, Nan Qingqing.
Li Xue, seeing dissatisfaction on Nan Zhuoyuan's face, immediately turned his face towards her, forcing him to look at her.
"Zhuo Yuan, have you seen Xiao Yu tonight?"
When Nan Zhuoyuan heard this, he replied, puzzled, "Isn't she supposed to be with mom in her room?"
