The time that followed was for the banquet.
Unlike other privileged sons, Feng Ziyu wasn't pretentious. Instead, he possessed cultural depth, and his conversation showed a great deal of insight…
However, Hua Shiyu felt a bit distracted, constantly wondering if Gong Ye was waiting outside, possibly about to rush in?
The time seemed to drag on painfully.
After the banquet ended, she hurriedly stepped out.
Zheng Wenhua followed her out in pursuit.
"Shiyu..."
Hua Shiyu paused and looked at her, "I... have something to do tonight, so I won't be going back with you!"
"What do you think of Master Feng?"
"He's pretty good!" replied Hua Shiyu absent-mindedly.
Her gaze had already started searching for Gong Ye among the surrounding areas of the parking lot.
"Feng Qi is young and promising, and Old Feng plans to pass on his legacy to him. Do you know that even though he's still young, he's already reached a high position in administration..."
