The two got off the car, Zhuang Xiyue held Yun Ya's arm, and while walking inside, she said: "Pay no mind to these people. If you don't like it, we can just hand over the gift and leave."
Zhuang Xiyue handed the prepared gift to the servant stationed at the entrance for collecting gifts, and the two walked together into the banquet hall.
"Lady Yan, your presence truly lights up our banquet." A woman in her forties greeted them with full smiles, neither too eager nor lacking in respect, appearing to be a woman adept in social graces.
Her gaze swept across Yun Ya, and her smile grew warmer: "This must be Miss Ji, the renowned Dr. Nyx, indeed a remarkably beautiful and intelligent woman."
The compliment was so well-delivered that the recipient felt quite pleased.
Yun Ya gently smiled, graceful and poised: "Such praise is too flattering, Madam."
"No need to be modest, Miss Ji, you certainly deserve such accolades. Please, both of you, do come inside."
