Everyone in the main hall watched the two people walking together, their pupils involuntarily shrinking.
Everyone present knew what kind of person Huangfu Zheng was.
Usually, he wouldn't let a woman come near him, including the female cousins in his own family.
If it wasn't a cold look, it was a cold face; when he saw them, he never looked at them directly.
An oblique glance from him was basically the greatest favour he could bestow.
They had all discussed in private that if Huangfu Zheng ever got married, it would undoubtedly be a relationship where the husband was dominant and the wife submissive, with mutual respect as cold as ice.
But now, this scene before them shattered their consistent understanding.
He... he was actually holding a woman, holding her so tightly.
