o's like a mischievous old man. Fu Yan can't afford to offend either of them.But if it comes to status, you definitely shouldn't offend Grandpa Fu.She nodded reluctantly, smiling and saying, "Yes."Af...As soon as she sat down, she heard a waiter rushing over and saying to the organizer of the event, "Mr. Huo from the Huo Group has arrived."

The chopsticks in Fu Yan's hand trembled.

She unconsciously looked towards the grand hall's entrance. The doors stood wide open, and a man strode in, flanked by the hotel manager and several waiters. He removed his black long coat and handed it to Cao Fang, the metal band on his wrist flashing a cold glimmer.

Distinguished and cultured, as if the raving madman from last night wasn't him.

Her straight legs, encased in tailored trousers, moved with a steady power, each step landing precisely on Fu Yan's heart.

How did he come here

Those present, who were doing various things, gradually put them down and stood up unanimously to greet him.

Sitting alone, she stood out too much. Based on her qualifications, everyone here tonight was her senior. Not wanting to give the impression of being arrogant and disrespectful, she hurriedly stood up as well.

Ho Mingzheng's face was composed, and he nodded slightly.

He has always been like this, no matter where he goes, he is always the center of attention.

Fortunately, the organizers are experienced and had already left the main seat at Table No. 1 empty, just in case any big shot suddenly arrived. That way, things wouldn't get too awkward on the day.

Fu Yan felt her heart pounding in her chest. Her position was closer to the door than anyone else's, so anyone coming in would have to pass by her to get to table number one.

Aware of Huo Mingzheng's imposing aura approaching, she instinctively clenched her fingers and lowered her head, pretending not to see him. After all, there were so many people here; he probably wouldn't notice her presence anyway.

As long as he goes to table number one, her situation will be secure.

The organizer invited him to sit at the main table, but he politely declined, saying, "No need to trouble yourself, I'm fine here."

He stood right beside Fu Yan's empty space.

Fu Yan's body trembled, her knee bumped against the chair leg. Despite the carpet, the sound of the chair moving was still somewhat abrupt.

Huo Mingzheng gave a meaningful, faint smile: "It seems this young lady disagrees"

All eyes immediately turned to her, some with curiosity, some with scrutiny. Suddenly, she became the center of attention, and she felt as if every pore on her body was exploding.

She had to suspect that Huo Mingzheng was intentional.

"None," she smiled faintly, forcing a brave front, "Mr. Huo, please."

Huo Mingzheng lowered his eyes to look at her trembling eyelashes.

The little fox fairy who tells lies.

"The organizer was at a loss, "General Huo, this isn't proper etiquette. You should still sit at the No. 1 table."

"Rules are made by people, I think this spot is pretty good." Huo Mingzheng unbuttoned his suit jacket with one hand.

The organizer understood implicitly, taking the initiative to pull out a chair and saying, "Mr. Huo, please sit down."

After Huo Mingzheng sat down, the others also followed suit. Fu Yanru felt like sitting on pins and needles, yet she couldn't leave at this crucial juncture, so she could only grit her teeth and bear it.

Fortunately, someone at the table was talking to Huo Mingzheng. He turned his head and chatted with the others, as if she didn't exist.

She also tried her best not to make a sound, acting as if she were invisible.

The waiter served the dishes one after another.

A dish with shrimp was placed in front of her, but she doesn't eat shrimp.

The automatic turntable was turning slowly, just starting up. Everyone else had already begun eating, but she remained motionless.

Suddenly, the dish in front of her was replaced by a black pork steamed crab.

She subconsciously glanced at him with the corner of her eye. Huo Mingzheng calmly withdrew his hand and said something to the person beside him.asn't me, you would ask someone else to send rouge to Paris. So I'm willing to be wrong once for you."But from this moment on, Fu Yan's future is in your hands. Have you ever thought about the future...