Wen Fucheng left Ying Zenan in place and found a quiet spot for himself.
Due to his special status, many people came forward to engage in conversation.
At first, he managed to handle it for a while, but as time went on, an impatient expression began to appear on his face.
Zhang Yang came to his side and helped him avoid quite a bit of alcohol.
The room was really too noisy, and the man got up and went to the courtyard of the garden outside.
This area finally felt truly quiet.
Just two minutes into the quiet atmosphere.
A bothersome voice sounded behind him.
"Mr. Wen, why aren't you in the hall? Is there something lacking in our hospitality?"
