The banquet hall was originally filled with a joyous atmosphere. When this voice sounded, all the voices instantly fell silent.
Everyone turned their heads to look at him.
The crowd automatically parted to make way for Gong Monan, who was escorted by his four bodyguards.
Gong Monan was dressed rather festively today. He was dressed in a dark red Tang suit and his hair was neatly combed. He was still holding the string of Bodhi beads in his right hand and had a smile on his face. He looked gentle and refined, with the steadiness and restraint of a mature middle-aged man. He also had the aura of a person who had been in power for a long time.
He looked like a steady and steady elder, and even a loving father.
The only thing she couldn't tell was that he was a vicious and merciless person who would do anything to achieve his goals. He would even want to kill his own son.
When he walked over, everyone around him subconsciously held their breaths.
