"Grandpa, everyone is here. You should greet them now," Han Yue quickly changed the subject to avoid being scolded by his grandfather again.
Old Han saw through his grandson's intentions, snorted in recognition, and deciding not to lecture him, considering it's a birthday banquet.
Next, Old Han took the stage and offered some politeness, and then the banquet officially began.
Tonight's banquet was meticulously planned by Han Yue, and naturally, he made sure it was quite entertaining.
Not long after the banquet started, waltz music filled the Banquet Hall.
The lights suddenly changed, the luxurious crystal chandeliers refracting glorious colors, eliminating the dimness in the center of the dance floor.
This part of the evening was routine for those present.
The heirs of the aristocratic families invited the socialites to dance. Although many rich young men looked towards Jian Qing, none dared invite her to dance.
