Jinling City East District, Jinling Manor.
A Pagani Son of the Phantom sped up and slowly came to a stop outside Jinling Manor's entrance.
"Jun, go on in first. I need to call my dad." Mo Duoduo stepped out of the passenger seat and pointed at her phone.
Jun Wangchen nodded without saying much. It would have been awkward to stand around as a third wheel during a father-daughter conversation.
Straightening his clothes, Jun Wangchen stepped through the entrance to Jinling Manor, filled with curiosity.
As soon as he entered, the dazzling crystal lights nearly blinded him. Looking closer, he saw gold-painted walls, crimson carpets, and deep purple sofas, all strikingly eye-catching. The crystal chandeliers refracting the light looked just as luxurious.
Marble steps, jade statues, glittering gold, magnificent splendor—everything was extravagance taken to the extreme.
He had to admit that he couldn't find a single fault with Jinling Manor's decor.
The hall was bustling with people. Wealthy young heirs gathered everywhere in groups of three or five, some piled high with gold, silver, and jewels, their wealth almost aggressively on display.
"Grrr..." A hungry rumble came from Jun Wangchen's stomach, sounding rather conspicuous.
Mo Duoduo's still outside anyway. I'll grab something to eat first. Having made up his mind, Jun Wangchen went straight to a pastry table, picked up a plate, and began stuffing himself.
Others eat to live; I live to eat. If I can't fill my own stomach, how am I supposed to feed a beauty?
At a networking reception like this, everyone should have been discussing business. Even if they weren't talking about business, they should at least have been talking about money.
Yet the three rich young men standing near Jun Wangchen were discussing something utterly sleazy.
A blond young heir with especially large shoes