The charity banquet that Ye Qingchen mentioned was held in a European-style villa on a hill in the southern suburb of Jin City.
Black marble floors, bright mirror-like tiles, luxurious crystal chandeliers, pure black sandalwood glass tables, exquisite finely carved bookcases...
Everything in the villa manifested the taste and wealth of the host.
As soon as Xia Yiwan and Ye Qingchen entered, a man in his thirties greeted them with a smile.
"Qingchen, you're here." The man had plain features, exuding a mature and stead cast aura of a business elite. However, his gaze toward Ye Qingchen was fervently warm and truthful.
Ye Qingchen gave a slight nod: "Hmm."
Xia Yiwan immediately realized why Ye Qingchen hadn't invited Feng Lang.
It appeared this man was Ye Qingchen's suitor.
"Is this your friend?" The man shifted his gaze to Xia Yiwan, his manner polite and respectful.
