The Hill Family's wealth was measured in trillions. They had enough money and power to make a perfect banquet.
The temperature of the entire manor was controlled to a comfortable range. It didn't let the ladies in off-shoulder dresses feel cold, nor did it let the guests reveal their sweaty and ungraceful sides after a ballroom dance.
However, at this moment, Mr. Huo seemed to be in an unbearably hot environment. His face turned from white to red, and a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. At this moment, he could not be bothered about how inelegant he looked. He took out the pocket square that was only used for decoration and kept wiping the sweat on his face.
However, Xi Cheng, who was opposite him, still had an amiable attitude. He had a friendly smile on his face and looked at Mr. Huo with concern. "Mr. Huo, you don't look too good. Are you feeling unwell?"
