Chi Yue glanced at him and remained silent.
Qiao Dongyang patted the hand looped in his arm, the smile in his deep-set eyes grew more intense, and colder.
As they approached the gate, sure enough, two security guards stopped them.
"Hello, please present your invitation!"
Qiao Dongyang looked at them, noticing new faces, the smile on his face brightened.
"No invitation means we can't enter, right?"
Some people naturally carry a powerful presence where their face is more effective than any ticket.
Qiao Dongyang was just such a person. His indifferent smile was both wild and arrogant. The security guard, flustered by his question, didn't dare to treat him carelessly and called for the person in charge of reception inside, "Uncle Wang."
