The grand and opulent hall was filled with people exuding elegance and sophistication.
Su Qingnuan looked at their outfits and instantly understood why Fu Yihan had earlier said she wasn't overdressed.
Her attire here could only be considered proper at best—there were plenty of people in haute couture gowns walking around the center of the hall.
Attending such a business banquet for the first time, Su Qingnuan couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
Unconsciously, the hand placed on Fu Yihan's palm tightened.
By the time she realized it, her casually resting hand had turned into a firm grip.
Noticing the intertwined hands between them, Su Qingnuan shot Fu Yihan an apologetic glance and hastily tried to withdraw her hand.
Yet, Fu Yihan applied a slight force, holding her hand firmly.
"What are you doing?" Fu Yihan gazed forward, seemingly without looking at her.
Su Qingnuan stared at his hand, momentarily dumbfounded.
