Time flew by, and soon it was evening—the night of Mayor Huang Tao's forty-fifth birthday banquet.
"Old Huang, old friend, will Mr. Chen really come tonight?" At the head table, Huang Tao, Gao Zhinan, and Zhu Qianye sat together, leaving half the table conspicuously empty. Gao Zhinan leaned in and asked in a hushed voice.
"What, you still don't believe me? I had Xiaofeng send the invitation this afternoon. If I weren't worried about being too ostentatious, I would've gone myself," Huang Tao said softly.
"It's not that I don't believe you. It's just that I haven't seen Mr. Chen in a while, so I'm a little excited," Gao Zhinan quickly explained.
