While people continued to flow into the grand theater hall invested in by the Tang family, a limousine was also journeying towards the venue.
The partition was closed, thus allowing the two men inside to converse properly.
Ming Zhi Yi leaned against the seat comfortably, while in his hand was a glass of wine. He wore black from head to toe. On his tie was a pin of a silver lion eaten by a golden fire. It glistened under the dim lighting.
"I really wonder what this small party's purpose is," the man said while in deep thoughts.
Lu Jin glanced at his father.
He too had that question.
Yesterday night, after reprimanding him, his father then told him to prepare for tomorrow's occasion. Lu Jin had not heard of any news about this private banquet. He was a bit surprised when his father handed him Mistress Tang's invitation.
He was interested in this event?
