Dong Xingzhi also hurriedly said:
"I didn't expect it to be Miss Du. I am Dong Xingzhi, and this is my nephew, Dong Yubai."
As he spoke, he signaled Dong Yubai to step forward and greet, but Dong Yubai didn't move. Dong Xingzhi paused for a moment, turned to look at his nephew, and found his nephew was dumbly staring at Du Hanyan, seemingly enchanted.
Indeed, Du Hanyan was quite beautiful.
The emerald dress couldn't conceal her fine figure, her skin as white as jade, cherry lips, and a delicate nose.
Especially those eyes, seemingly full of autumn water, at a glance, it was easy to fall deep into them.
Appreciating beauty and admiring youth is human nature.
But in this situation, it was a bit embarrassing.
Dong Xingzhi couldn't help but gently pull him, Dong Yubai finally came to his senses, first glaring fiercely at Dong Xingzhi, then clasped his fists and said:
"Miss, what is your age, and are you betrothed?"
