Min Yu, who was standing behind the man, could not help chuckling quietly.
With sparkling eyes, he felt a little excited at the thought of what would happen later!
When his boss coolly shot him a side-eye, he promptly assumed an expressionless look.
As Mu Yazhe sat at the table, the rest exchanged glances as they felt that the air was exceptionally tense.
In the past, they would be chatting noisily when dinner parties started.
Now, with the man as the host, these people were outrageously well-behaved. No one dared to start a conversation.
Ordering a bottle of Lafite, the man surveyed the table with a devilish charm on his handsome face. "Why are you all not talking?"
"M-Master Mu, why did you suddenly… host a banquet today?" carefully asked one investor from the side.
"I invited all of you here to play a game." He gave a succinct reply. His thin lips, though, lifted into a spine-chilling smile.
It was an ambiguous smile.
