"Little Xin," a young man's eyes brightened when he saw Lin Xinru, holding a glass of red wine and sauntered over with a feigned nonchalance.
Lin Xinru turned her head and, lo and behold, whom she least wished to encounter had arrived—Zhang Xinpeng. She had no choice but to muster a semblance of a smile, "Young Master Zhang, what a coincidence, isn't it?"
While responding to Zhang Xinpeng, she scanned the surroundings for Chen Feng. Just when she needed him most, he was nowhere to be found. Where the hell had he vanished to?
Chen Feng was at a corner of the banquet, ogling beautiful women. He was counting on his fingers the celebrities and daughters of the rich and powerful attending the event. His mouth watered at the sight, but the moment they saw his attire, they all frowned, unwilling to come close, afraid they might lose face. Chen Feng didn't care and just happily admired their beauty and figures.
