Zhixi strode back into the banquet hall wearing high heels, her expression cold and stunning.
The fragility and sadness seemed to have been thoroughly concealed by her.
"Zhixi," Yichen saw her and immediately walked over with a smile, although there was an undeniable concern in his eyes, "Are you alright?"
Zhixi flashed a radiant smile, "Of course! By the way, Dad was looking for me, where is he?"
"The President has arrived," Yichen gestured with his eyes, "Let's go over and say hello."
Zhixi suddenly chuckled, "I remember you told me to be a bit more enthusiastic, right?"
Yichen glanced at her, "That would certainly be best, but you don't need to force yourself."
"Let's go." Zhixi smiled confidently and, linking her arm through Yichen's, walked toward the group.
