Back then, she was still tender-aged, her face carrying traces of baby fat that hadn't completely shed. She stood at the lofty lectern, her voice crisp and pleasant, her expression calm and composed.
It wasn't until she stepped down from the podium, holding a large bouquet of flowers and walking towards her father...
"Young Master Qian, Young Master Qian." Xiao Ran called out twice but Mu Shuoqian did not respond. He hesitated, wondering whether he should remind him again, when suddenly the sound of thunderous applause filled the room. Like a floodgate opening, reporters swarmed towards Gu Qili, who had just descended the stage.
