Zhang Xuan'er, as the apple of Zhang Wenyuan's eye, always followed closely behind him, no matter what she did.
Her supermodel figure stood out in the crowd, attracting a large entourage of admirers.
Zhang Xuan'er looked disinterested, her eyes scanning the room, hoping to spot Long Fei's arrival.
That guy, since leaving, had not contacted her again.
She, out of pride, didn't want to contact him either; today she was originally supposed to bring Long Fei with her.
If he didn't have an invitation, she didn't know if Long Fei would even be able to get in.
Following behind her was the bodyguard Hong Qi.
The old man had been injured last time but now seemed to have mostly recovered.
Once they entered, guided by the welcoming hostess, they sat at the main table at the front.
A row of elders from the Inner Hall sat on the left, and elders from the external sections sat on the right.
