Duan Qizhao failed to keep his voice down. The physics teacher supervising study hall at the podium looked up and glared at him, and he ducked his head and played dead.
Jiang Xun looked utterly speechless. "What are you yelling about?"
"It's real! The director sent it to me. She told me to bring you, Shen Yuxing, and Brother Jing. Seven on Friday night, in the banquet hall on the top floor of the Hengyue Hotel."
Duan Qizhao shoved his phone in front of Jiang Xun. The invitation on the screen was all glittering gold. "She also said we absolutely have to make ourselves look presentable this time."
"The top floor of the Hengyue?" Jiang Xun glanced at the invitation. "Don't you need a suit and tie just to eat there?"
"That's the least of it! Normally, they won't even swipe you up in the elevator unless you're spending a few million. Take two steps inside and you can run into three celebrities, two business tycoons, and a princess from who knows which country." Duan Qizhao's eyes shone.
"I've never been to the top floor of the Hengyue in my life. My dad goes all the time, though. He always comes back bragging about how huge and meaty the lobsters are. Finally, it's my turn!"
At six fifty on Friday evening, on the top floor of the Hengyue Hotel.
Jiang Xun wore a black shirt. His hair had grown a little longer, wisps brushing his brow bones, and beneath the crystal chandelier, his fair skin was almost dazzling.
The moment he stepped through the doors, the chatter and laughter in the hall seemed to hit pause.
Countless gazes converged on him from every direction-admiring, curious, eager to make a move. A few middle-aged men holding champagne even forgot to