As Jing Luozhou spoke, the young woman referred to as Miss Xiao's face changed slightly, and the young gentleman sitting next to her also seemed to have a change in expression.
"Speaking of that," Jing Luozhou nonchalantly wiped his chin and said with a smile, "I'm kind of like a half-matchmaker. Back then, when Grandpa knew you, Miss Xiao, were crying your heart out, Mr. Jing, feeling soft-hearted, asked me to bring some gifts to comfort you. But I was too busy with my studies at the time, so I sent a senior to deliver the items. Who would've thought..."
He paused, and as everyone pricked up their ears in curiosity, he continued leisurely, "Who would've thought that by accident, Miss Xiao and my senior hit it off. I heard the relationship developed quickly, like a house on fire—passionate love, a natural progression when deep in feelings, right?"
Most of the guests in the main hall started to suppress their laughter.
