In the room.
Zhang Nan sniffed disdainfully after hearing, "Still trying to use Han Han to make a point, how disgusting."
"Enough, let's drop it," Zhang Yixin waved her hand dismissively.
Zhang Nan curiously picked up the invitation on the coffee table.
"Are they seriously going all out with this act? This invitation looks quite exquisite."
The invitation was rectangular, its surface covered with gold dust, looking very high-end.
Zhang Nan weighed it in her hand, feeling its heft.
Being someone who frequently mingled with the wealthy, she recognized the extraordinary nature of the invitation at a glance.
"God, it really is gold dust, and not a small amount either."
At Zhang Nan's exclamation, Wang Shufen quickly confirmed it once more.
Then, she took out her phone and searched for Wei Xiang.
Instantly, information and photos of Wei Xiang appeared.
"Ah..."
Wang Shufen shrieked, "It really is Wei Xiang, that nouveau riche from the north."
