The next day, the Han Family's Old Master was dressed in a plain-colored jacket, appearing solemn but not at all joyful.
The seventieth birthday of Old Master Han Jianguo was originally not today, but Han Jianguo had decided it would be today.
Han Lin stood by the side of the Old Master, his face grave, without the slightest hint of joy for the occasion.
Not only the father and son but also the other Han Family members looked displeased.
Because it was already ten o'clock, and not a single guest had arrived.
The vast living room was silent except for the security personnel and beautiful waitresses invited from outside, creating a cold and cheerless atmosphere.
The whole hall was even more oppressive in mood.
Suddenly, an old man roughly the same age as Han Jianguo stood up and stared at Han Jianguo with a gloomy expression, saying, "Big brother, I'm afraid our Han Family is going to be ruined by you!"
Though Han Jianguo's expression was heavy, he didn't speak.
