Just as Oswald was about to say something, the door to the banquet hall suddenly opened, and a man in a tailored suit walked in.
The crowd quieted down instantly and made way for the man to walk in.
The man had a cold and aloof demeanor. Despite his oriental face, he looked charming and formidable.
Everything he wore was branded and custom made. He exuded a noble aura from the inside out.
When Andy saw him, he quickly walked over with a glass of red wine and politely handed it to his guest. "Second young master Qiao, you made it!"
Qiao Jing accepted the glass of red wine and politely clinked glasses with Andy. His face was still cold as he said, "How can I decline an invitation from Mr. Andy?"
It was a polite diplomatic reply, but when the words came out of Qiao Jing's mouth, it seemed believable.
