When Gu Qichen and Star arrived, the banquet hall was unusually quiet.
In the air, besides the faint aroma of wine, there was gentle music playing. Qin Chizhou wasn't singing tearful love songs, and Zhai Jiangcheng wasn't lost in thought.
The three men each occupied a side of the sofa, chatting about everyday topics.
It seemed as if, for this night, they weren't the powerful young elites at the top of the Imperial City's pyramid, but rather ordinary men drinking beer and bragging at a roadside stall.
And Ye Wan, with her head lowered, was chatting with someone on her phone.
Her face was filled with bright smiles, looking quite pleased.
Hearing movement at the doorway, everyone in the banquet hall looked over in unison.
Except for Gu Qichen, who had a dark expression, and Star, whose eyes were slightly reddened, everything seemed no different from usual.
But everyone knew, things were different now.
The aura around the two of them was unlike any previous encounter.
