At this moment, as people continued to arrive, the banquet hall gradually became lively.
As the main character of this evening banquet, Yue Qinghuan naturally was the focal point of everyone's attention.
Almost everyone who entered the banquet hall would greet her with a smile.
"Third Miss!"
"Third Sister!"
Yue Qinghuan nodded frequently and reciprocated with courtesy, making the atmosphere in the banquet hall very congenial.
However, the more she did this, the more uncomfortable Yue Qinghua, sitting in a distant corner, felt.
"Hmph, what's the pretense for? It's just a trip, is such a big fuss necessary?" Yue Qinghua muttered softly.
Sima Tiancheng, however, did not respond. In fact, ever since entering the banquet hall, he had been deliberately distancing himself from Yue Qinghua.
But Yue Qinghua, being the epitome of being all beauty and no brains, did not notice this at all.
