More and more friends are arriving, all with the same story, saying they received her message, asking them to come and witness the event.
Jin Feifei was now in a panic. This wasn't her place, and it certainly wasn't her party venue. With such a grand entrance, if others found out, who knows how they'd laugh at her.
With a panic in her heart, she still maintained a calm expression, "Don't move yet, I'll be right down."
The reception hall on the first floor of Empire Group was bustling, with very strict security.
Jin Feifei held onto a sliver of hope that security would stop them, so she could directly take them away.
Things wouldn't get too big, and she could wrap it up neatly.
Getting out of the elevator, she realized just how naive she was!
Meanwhile, Qiao An, sitting in a black Maybach, held an iPad, with Jiang Xun's hacked-in surveillance footage on the screen.
