Banquet Hall
Yuwei walked in arm-in-arm with Long Zitao.
This was a world of splendor and opulence.
A golden chandelier made of thousands of crystals and the European-style decorations exuded luxury and wealth.
Uniformed male and female servers moved quietly and swiftly among the guests, offering service with precision.
This kind of event was off-limits to all media, including journalists, who were not allowed entry.
People, dressed in outfits worth tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, gathered in small groups to chat.
The star aura of Yuwei here seemed insignificant, as everyone present was a top-tier magnate.
She stayed close to Long Zitao, maintaining an elegant smile.
She was afraid that an etiquette mistake might embarrass her, as the disgrace would not be hers alone.
"Yuwei, you were bold in the past; why are you so compliant now?"
"Because I'm scared. Right now, I just want to be an elegant vase."
