The affection of a person also has its intensity asured.
Especially in such circles, loyalty is indeed valued.
Clearly, when compared, Xiang Wenhua from the powerful Southern family dynasty, representing the younger generation, seed to have a slightly higher loyalty index than Qian Xuan of the Southwest faction.
It looked genuine, not at all pretentious or staged.
Even Xiang Wenxin, standing beside him, was silently solemn, her head bowed in respect, showing great composure.
The Zheng family mbers were still grateful to the siblings and invited them to sit in the rest area.
At that mont, Zheng Sanjing's father even personally accompanied them to arrange their seats. Mrs. Zheng also followed her husband without any issue.
Walking along, all eyes were on them, with Father Zheng conversing with Xiang Wenhua about sothing, whispering so that others couldn't hear. Mrs. Zheng, anwhile, held Xiang Wenxin's hand, also whispering sothing, while the Second Miss of the Xiang family nodded occasionally, responding in a low voice.
Upon reaching the rest lounge, which was also the farewell ceremony hall, an extra table and chairs were specially added in the front row for other guests.
anwhile, the seat on the right side of Qian Xuan was given to the Xiang siblings. The table, originally for two, was sufficient with the addition of a two-seater sofa with black leather and a white backrest.
Clearly, in the eyes of the Zheng family mbers, the arrival of the Xiang family was unexpected. This surprise was a bit grand, so they took it seriously, offering the necessary respect and courtesies.
Of course, when the Zheng couple showed them to their seats, Xiang Wenhua and his sister shook hands and greeted Qian Xuan and his wife, all very naturally, drawing even more attention.
Those in the know at the scene understood. The strong young generation of the powerful families, the original Qian family's young master from the Southwest faction, and the young master from the Southern faction—all looked to have a good relationship!
From the far backstage, Liu Zhizhong could also feel that the relations between Father-in-law and Brother Xuan were quite good! As forr romantic rivals and classmates, it seed they still had matters to discuss.
Indeed, once the Xiang siblings sat down, Xiang Wenhua and Qian Xuan were very close. A slight tilt and turn of their heads allowed them to smoke and chat together.
The way they talked showed a familiar relationship, and also a sense of closeness. Even the posture they adopted made it seem to the audience like a eting of young magnates.
This posture was like a presence, quite imposing.
On them, Liu Zhizhong gradually perceived sothing. Indeed, the world belonged to them, handed down through generations.
On the surface, Xiang Wenhua was a reclusive, powerful young master, indifferent and cold, and a hopelessly romantic drear of Feng Xiaoyue; Qian Xuan outwardly was a disabled young prince, sowhat perverted, straining his brains for the sake of future generations.
Yet at that mont, in the formal setting, their composed style and the harmonious, yet seemingly debate-filled exchanges seed quite intriguing.
Liu Zhizhong deeply realized, looking at their style, alas, the powerful families have successors! They really were stable, very stable…
Before long, an announcent ca from the broadcast—Qin Bo had arrived!
Goodness, the arrival of Qin Bo, a scion of a powerful Tiandu family, also caused quite a stir in the venue. After all, this guy was quite famous in the circle, with strong ancestors for three generations back!
The Zheng family master treated Qin Bo with the sa regard as he did him and the Xiang siblings.
However, Liu Zhizhong paid particular attention to Qin Bo's arrival, keen to discern different emotions from the reactions of those present, looking for individuals who might provide examples for his actions.
Indeed, what gratified Liu Zhizhong was: Qian Xuan and Xiang Wenhua glanced at each other, showing a hint of disdain!
Excellent! Very excellent! Liu Zhizhong was secretly thrilled!
Today, for Feng Xiaoyue's counterattack, it seed he might have so support.
Wouldn't Father-in-law support ?
Wouldn't Brother Xuan support ?
Hehe…
For a mont, Liu Zhizhong felt a rush of excitent, eagerly anticipating the upcoming developnts—the clash of the mighty!
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