However, when Chen Ruoxian got a clear look at the man in the seat of honor, her eyes widened slightly.
She saw that the man in the very center of the main table, despite watching the dance before him, had a handsome face completely devoid of emotion. Not a hint of amazement or infatuation could be seen in his beautifully shaped phoenix eyes.
It was as if the graceful dancer before him wasn't an enchanting beauty, but just some common vegetable.
'Impossible! This is impossible!'
'How could any man see my big sister's dance and remain so calm!'
Just then, the man suddenly turned to look at his wife, his phoenix eyes instantly overflowing with tenderness. He picked up a roasted peanut from a dish meant for guests to nibble on with their wine. Lowering his gaze, he slowly shelled it and brought it to the woman's lips, a faint smile in his eyes.
