Xia Weibao returned triumphantly, bringing honor to the National Studies Association.
As the president, Pei Yongming held a celebration banquet for her personally.
Everyone from the National Studies Association attended.
Facing Pei Yongming, Xia Weibao felt a bit awkward.
Now that Pei Yongming was with Zhong Wanshu, did that mean this man was her father-in-law?
The change was too sudden, she was a bit unaccustomed to it.
Fortunately, Pei Yongming treated her well and took good care of her, which made her feel less at a loss.
At the banquet, everyone was circling around her, especially those from the Ancient Dance Department.
Whether they participated in the competition or not, they all came over, gathering around her to ask for autographs.
"Baby, you were amazing, that 'Sword Dance' left me in awe."
"Yes, yes, really incredible, how did you do that final sword rain? I'm so impressed."
"Baby, your classical dance is fantastic, could you teach me? I really want to learn."
