The lively birthday banquet suddenly quieted down.
All eyes were fixed on this corner.
After all, Zhou Weimin had personally stepped in.
This was no small disturbance.
"Impossible… he… how could he… be a VIP… who dresses like this… to a birthday banquet!"
Liu Mo felt his whole body shivering.
Cold sweat covered his forehead.
He looked at the smiling Lin Fan with a pale face.
He couldn't accept any of this.
"What, I have to follow your dress code to attend my own birthday banquet?"
Zhou Weimin looked at Liu Mo with a stern face.
His words left Liu Mo speechless.
He could only turn his head to look at his uncle and father, both similarly pale.
He dared not speak further.
Otherwise, if he slipped up even once,
The Liu family would be doomed.
"Mr. Zhou, please calm your anger… My nephew hasn't seen much of the world… Please forgive his imprudence!"
Liu Ruiyun was already stiff.
Only Liu Ruitian hurriedly stood up.
Trembling, he walked up to Zhou Weimin.
