The old man had worn a clothing that seemed to be loose fitting on him. It was clear that he wasn't one of those wealthy guests in the party hall, hell, he appeared straight from the street, a homeless man who Li ZiChen had never seen before. The clear giveaway of the crying man's identity being a hired homeless man came from the fact that his hands were covered in grim, he didn't even had time to take a bath before he was hired, only given the expensive looking clothing to barely cover the fact someone had hired him to steal Li ZiChen's attention.