In the event hall, Gu Xingze mingled in the crowd with his mind elsewhere. He turned a deaf ear to the people that were trying to exchange pleasantries with him.
More than 15 minutes had passed since Yun Shishi went upstairs, and he was starting to worry.
The gala had yet to officially start, but everyone was already socializing with one another. This could also be considered as part of the event's schedule.
Unfortunately, he had lost the desire to participate in this.
As the gala's attendees entertained one another, he expressionlessly remained seated on one of the VIP seats by himself. Looking from the side, his handsome eyes seemed to be sealed in ice.
With knitted brows, he lowered his eyes and narrowed them. He held a glass of red wine, which had not been drunk on for a while, and sat still for a long time.
