Fang Nianhan quietly entered the most pinnacle circle of the entire banquet, a circle that consisted of merely a dozen people. However, the identities these few represented were anything but ordinary. Collectively, their total worth would surpass a horrifying several trillion.
Those who could stand within this circle were without exception elderly men in their decades-old ages, even Ren Wenxuan, who was forty-five this year, was the youngest member of this elite group.
And there was Fang Nianhan, barely in her twenties; her presence here was, to say the least, quite an anomaly.
