Yu Siqiao scanned the area quickly, but soon lost interest.
However, shortly afterward, on a nearby boat, he saw a familiar figure.
That figure was slender and tall.
Dressed in a deep, somber black robe with dark patterns, it accentuated her mystery and depth.
Compared to tall men, her frame appeared quite thin.
Yet, unlike many frail men, she possessed a commanding presence they could hardly match.
Upon seeing this figure, Yu Siqiao suddenly understood the meaning behind her mysterious smile from last night.
Soon, voices of many women began to stir around him.
Yu Siqiao noticed that the gazes of these women kept falling on his little wife.
Not only did they look, but some blushed, pointed, and a few bold ones even directly shouted: "Who is the young gentleman in the black robe on Boat Seven?"
This shout drew everyone's attention.
Sure enough, upon seeing that young man in the black robe, they knew instantly he was extraordinary, not a mere fish in the pond.
