Seeing that familiar figure, Ji Tingyang's heart stirred, and he put down the champagne in his hand and walked toward the crowd.
There were too many guests at the banquet hall, and despite looking around for a long time, he couldn't find that familiar figure again.
Could it have been an illusion?
He stood in place, his thin lips pressed tightly together.
Suddenly, that familiar figure once again burst into his line of sight.
Ji Tingyang's pupils shuddered, and he had just taken a step forward when a piercing, noisy microphone sound echoed through the venue, piercing people's eardrums.
"Welcome everyone to tonight's charity event. Everyone has waited so long, and you must all be looking forward to tonight's highlight. So, without further ado, let's start tonight's charity auction now."
"All the money raised tonight will be donated to the charity foundation..."
Afterward, waiters in the venue came forward to guide everyone to their designated seats.
