The birthday party really had turned into a massive offline meetup.
Almost all the domineering CEOs who had chatted on Moments had come.
Dozens of domineering CEOs chatted happily with Tao Zhiyan. They even spontaneously lined up to talk to him, seemingly especially fond of him.
Watching from the side, Feng Yan was stunned.
He took a closer look.
Was that Tao Zhiyan standing in the middle, surrounded by chatting CEOs?
Feng Yan rubbed his eyes.
Holy shit, it really was.
Times had changed.
Even butlers were hot commodities now.
Everyone chatted enthusiastically, and in less than half an hour, Tao Zhiyan had gotten friendly with the whole circle of CEOs.
Only after the CEOs dispersed did Tao Zhiyan remember that he had been here for so long without greeting Lin Yimu, that walking embodiment of Haitang fiction.
He looked all around but saw no sign of Lin Yimu.
Not only was Lin Yimu missing, but Mr. Ren and the other young masters of the Ren family were nowhere to be seen either.
How strange. Where had the star of the party gone?
Puzzled, Tao Zhiyan was just withdrawing his gaze when he spotted a man in a wheelchair in the corner.
The man was excessively thin, his features sharply defined, with not a scrap of flesh on his face.
His lashes were thick and straight, like raven feathers, his nose bridge high and prominent, his lips pale. There was something strikingly sickly yet seductive about him.
His gaze was dark as he stared motionlessly toward the backstage area.
Gradually, something flickered twice above his head, then a line of text popped up.
The text was concise, just a few words:
[Gu Min's older brother.]
Gu Min's older brother?
Hiss...
Tao Zhiyan thought that identity sounded familiar, as