Chen Hao naturally heard all the discussions around him, but he chose to turn a deaf ear and scoff at them, carrying himself as though everyone else was drunk while he alone remained sober.
Striding forward with the arrogant gait of someone who answered to no one, Chen Hao headed straight for the seat of honor where Xia Qingge and the others were.
Xia Qingge was quietly chatting with Jiang Che, giggling sweetly at the humorous jokes he occasionally tossed out. She had not noticed Chen Hao, that unlucky fool, approaching at all.
Xia Changlin had noticed him long ago, though. His face was full of confusion as he could not figure out what Chen Hao was trying to do.
Had they not agreed that he would wait for an introduction? Why was he in such a hurry?
And... why was this guy still dressed in such shabby clothes?
Jiang Che raised his eyes and glanced at Chen Hao. He picked up his baijiu and took a small sip, amusement glinting in his eyes as he gave Xia Qingge a meaningful look.
Xia Qingge found it rather baffling. Following the direction of Jiang Che's gaze, she finally spotted Chen Hao.
Shabbily dressed, ordinary-looking, utterly lacking in grace, and ignorant of etiquette.
That was Xia Qingge's first impression of Chen Hao.
He had come to her birthday banquet dressed so raggedly. Was he deliberately trying to embarrass her?
And... was there even someone like him among Linjiang's rich second-generation heirs? Why did she not remember him in the slightest?
Although she was somewhat displeased, Xia Qingge maintained her composure. Her red lips parted slightly as she spoke slowly.
"Excuse me, sir. Who are you looking for?"
A guest was still a guest. Though she was utterly speechless at Chen Hao's entrance,