Just as they entered the banquet hall, a boy wearing a white shirt and a little bow tie came running out happily.
He was fair and tender-looking, clearly brought up in a meticulous manner since childhood.
Especially those eyes, they were very lively.
"Xiao Han, slow down. Don't bump into anyone..."
A beautiful woman holding up her skirt quickly followed, but she was still a step late. As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Wuhuan had already collided head-first into Gu Ningyue's long legs, then staggered and fell to the ground holding her legs.
"Are you okay?" Gu Ningyue bent down to lift him up, "Does it hurt?"
Lin Wuhuan looked at her and even forgot to cry: "Sister, you are so pretty."
