The Gao estate was aglow with neon lights. Young masters and gentle ladies mingled, their toasts and laughter crisscrossing.
Wang Hao raised his glass, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked over the flamboyantly dressed noble ladies and gentlewomen.
Some second-generation rich, observing Wang Hao's attire which was ridiculously plain, disdained to associate with him and eyed him with scorn.
Wang Hao couldn't care less about these entitled heirs; he went on with his business, eating desserts and admiring the beautiful ladies' fair and shapely legs.
Just then, someone shouted, "Miss Gao has arrived," and the noisy scene instantly quieted down. Everyone widened their eyes and turned to gaze at Gao Qian'er.
