Ruan Qi immediately turned to look at the entrance of the exhibition hall.
The first person she saw was Aisha Hawke.
As a popular female singer in the Western music scene, Aisha Hawke always stood out with her glamorous looks. Today, she was wearing a golden long dress, her loose golden curls pinned up, complemented with expensive jadeite earrings and a necklace, reminiscent of the image of an heiress from a wealthy family.
Ruan Qi's gaze lingered on her for half a second, then quickly shifted to the middle-aged man beside her.
The middle-aged man bore a seventy percent resemblance to Aisha Hawke, but years of indulgence in wine and women had taken their toll, leaving his handsome features faded.
Nonetheless, his demeanor was still notably distinguished, suggesting a noble upbringing, like someone born with a silver spoon, hailing from one of the centennial families.
This man should be Aisha Hawke's father, the third son of Old Hawke, Demon Hawke.
