Mrs. Zhao noticed something off about the people around her and turned her head to ask, "Minmin, what's wrong with you?"
She couldn't have been stunned into silence, could she?
"I'm fine," Zhao Min said, lowering her eyelids, a storm of emotions rising in her heart, as she remembered him and his close association with Yun Yue.
Thinking this, she subconsciously looked over, and sure enough, he was looking at Yun Yue.
Shen Xuan's expression was no better than Zhao Min's, but as someone who always kept a straight face, she didn't show any particular emotion.
She had known that these two were not simple people and hadn't expected them to be from Beijing.
She vaguely heard Old Sir Zhao refer to him as Nephew Feng—his surname was Feng?
Before long, the banquet began.
Yun Yue sat next to Liu Lanfang, watching her exchange pleasantries with Yun Huaqin.
"Speaking of Big Brother, why did he back then... alas..." Yun Huaqin sighed with a hint of regret.
