Wu Qi followed the gorgeously dressed crowd, straightening her back and stepping in her high heels, brimming with a self-satisfied expression.
Unfortunately, her phone had been confiscated.
Otherwise, attending such a private gathering with some aristocrats and sending a photo to her friends to show off would surely have been very satisfying, wouldn't it?
The doors to the reception hall opened, and Kuang Huan, with his arm around Er Jian's waist, spoke in a soft voice.
"Mr. Qi, to celebrate the completion of our transaction, I've specially organized a small party for you."
Confronted with Qi Yuan, Kuang Huan resumed his humbly polite demeanor, a stark contrast to his outside persona.
At this moment, Wu Qi quickly scanned the reception hall's decor.
Upon seeing the various firearms and weapons on the golden satinwood table, her eyes sharply narrowed, for someone like her, an artist, seldom came into contact with such genuine stuff.
