Assistant Wu parked the car and caught up with Ji Chicheng and Ji Anning at the elevator entrance.
"Has Qingsong arrived?" Ji Chicheng glanced at Assistant Wu and asked.
Assistant Wu nodded, "He got off the plane and is on his way."
His son had returned home, and the old man's excitement and thrill were hard to conceal.
Ji Chicheng made a sound of acknowledgment, and as the elevator arrived, he held Ji Anning's hand and entered.
They arrived relatively late; most people were already there. The largest banquet hall at the Hairui Hotel was filled with familiar faces.
Familiar not because they met often, but because they were frequently seen in newspapers and magazines.
Seeing the crowded heads and the lavishly decorated hall, Ji Anning blinked, somewhat dazed, "This celebration banquet is way too grand, too ostentatious."
Are we sure this is just a celebration banquet and not some business cocktail or engagement party?
