t was already getting late by then, and everyone stood on the deck facing the cool sea breeze while enjoying the refreshing feeling.
For a while, everyone was silent.
Ring-ding-ding!
Ye Lingchen's mobile phone rang all of a sudden. It was an unfamiliar number, but the number was very unique: 000111.
Such numbers belonged to either a scammer or a tycoon.
"Hello."
"Hello, is this Mr. Ye Lingchen? " a mellifluous female voice asked.
"Speaking."
"I'm from Capital TV Station. You are one of the few representatives for China's sports and we hereby sincerely invite you to be a guest for the Spring Festival Gala. Can you provide an address? We'll send you the entrance ticket."
An invitation to the Spring Festival Gala?
Ye Lingchen raised his brows slightly. He used to watch the Spring Festival Gala on television and it was even more legendary than martial arts novels. Never did he expect to get so close to it.
