Hearing the greeter's words, Tang Luo stopped in his tracks, his expression turning cold.
"What did you say?"
"Sir, you don't have an invitation, so you cannot enter the banquet."
The greeter, facing Tang Luo's icy glare, trembled slightly, but still managed to say.
"Brother Luo is with me!"
Chen Han, who was walking ahead, saw Tang Luo being stopped and hastily turned back to the greeter.
The greeter didn't say anything else but looked towards Zhou Dongping.
"Ah? Little Han, he's with you? I thought he was a cleaner from the hotel just now,"
Zhou Dongping said, feigning surprise.
"Cleaner? Zhou Dongping, if your old man wasn't dead, he wouldn't dare to speak to me like this!"
Tang Luo said coldly.
Zhou Dongping's face changed drastically upon hearing Tang Luo's words.
"What? Chairman Zhou... has passed away?"
Chen Han's eyes widened in shock.
"Mm, he died a few days ago."
