"A lotus, once bloomed...still graceful."
Yu Han recited each word.
His gaze naturally fell on Xing Yue.
It seemed as if he was consulting Xing Yue to see if he had recited the line correctly.
But on closer look, it was as if he was projecting the image of that graceful lotus blooming in his heart.
The socialites were almost in tears: "Oh my gosh, even a bodyguard has more cultural knowledge than us! Quick girls, think, are there any other lotus poems? I'm going crazy..."
Inside the restaurant.
Xi Rubao, witnessing this scene, almost burst into laughter: "Mr. Bo's question seemed simple, but who knew it's a challenge of the century, stumping so many, hahaha!"
Bai He teased her: "Stop laughing, darling. Can you come up with even half a line?"
Xi Rubao lifted her chin, quickly responded: "Do not venture deep among lotus plants, for deep among lotuses are mandarin ducks!"
"Hahaha! Good one, very down-to-earth!" Everyone was in stitches.
