"Is it really that horse?"
Old Sir Tang personally came out to greet them, inspecting the horse up and down, and affectionately stroking its head and neck, his face full of sighs.
The guests were curious as well. Many of the attendees today were wealthy, but Old Sir Tang hadn't personally greeted any of them. Yet for a horse, he was this excited, arousing everyone's curiosity about the horse's origins.
Shi Nian pondered too.
Since Old Sir Tang personally came out, the Tang Family followed suit. Shi Nian's gaze swept over the crowd, landing on Tang Yanqing.
Tonight, he wore a traditional, modified Chinese cotton jacket, buttoned up to the high collar, in pure black. At this distance, there wasn't a hint of adornment. It seemed extremely plain, yet in the night, it made his face appear like white jade, his posture tall and slender.
