The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and many people's gazes turned to surprise.
The term "Young Master Ye" itself wasn't all that shocking—after all, at this banquet, there were plenty of young masters from various families, scions of the world's elite abounded.
But when these words came from Wu Shufeng's mouth, the implication was quite different.
As one of the topmost massive conglomerates of Huaxia, the Tianyun Consortium's strength was naturally substantial, and Wu Shufeng was none other than the vice president of the Tianyun Consortium. At this banquet, in terms of status, only a few people like Qin Wantong were eligible to compare.
Even he had to address him as Young Master Ye, so who exactly was this young man? Could he be a great young master from Yanjing City?
Li Zhengji gasped, his body going cold. Looking at the situation before him, even if he were a fool, he knew that this young man must know Wu Shufeng, and moreover, that his identity was anything but ordinary.
