We proceeded to the banquet, without much fanfare and the like. Already, the place was filled with rich people, all of them toasting to each other and chatting happily.
Fortunately, Xia Xing Yue had given us the proper attires or we would have embarrassed ourselves when we showed up, looking completely out of place. There were people of all ages and both genders, but they were all extravagantly dressed and dolled up. Even the youngsters – and quite a few of them looked younger than us, probably high school kids – were dressed in branded clothing and had thick makeup.
This was intimidating, to say the least.
"Oh, hey! Look! Gong Ou is here!"
At the cry, I turned around, looking confused. Xia Xing Yue must have caught my puzzled expression, for she asked me.
"Do you not know who Gong Ou is?"
"Nope. Am I supposed to know?"
