It had been Wen Jianshu's idea to persuade Tang Mo to attend the ball. As a junior member of the Wen Family, he wanted to use the event to formally introduce her as his daughter.
After Tang Mo's ranking had suddenly shot up, many people had grown curious about her identity. A formal announcement now would also serve as a form of protection for her.
To prepare for the ball, her eldest uncle Wen Jianli's two children, Wen Ze and Wen Yi, had also returned home from school.
Wen Ze was twenty-two this year, and Wen Yi was twenty. Both had reached the age for socializing.
The first time she saw Wen Ze, Tang Mo made a point of looking him over. After all, this was her best friend's potential match.
Wen Ze wasn't exceptionally tall, and his skin was fair. He wore glasses and had a gentle, scholarly air about him, resembling Wen Jianshu more than his own father, Wen Jianli.
'Two years is nothing. He and Song Qing are a perfect match,' Tang Mo nodded to herself.
